6/4/17 And I’m home again exactly eight weeks from the day I left to go to the hospital. I thought the day I returned home would be one of relief, joy, and reunion. Instead it is a day of a crushed spirit, mourning, and separation. I thought I would look back on my time in… Continue reading Five Days
Author: Heidi Treibel
I choose to share the raw reality of the sorrow of loss through the filter of hope in Jesus Christ.
I am a writer, an educator, a mom, a wife, and a coffee fiend. My two daughters and my son on earth teach me daily what grace is (for them and for myself). My children in heaven open my eyes to see the unseen. I write candidly about the wrestling that results from spiritual trauma. My hope is that those who've endured spiritual trauma and other painful life circumstances can meet a Jesus who is better than my meager words could describe. I believe that wrestling with God is necessary and healthy as my belief system is redefined and my relationship with Him is refined.
If you are reading, it is my hope that you will be moved to listen to others with deep compassion and share your own stories of life, love, and loss with deep conviction. We are all pilgrims in a broken world; I hope we walk together as we journey to the land "where no storms come."
His Purpose
5/16/17 I’ve been talking with Jesus about why He’s allowed this season of waiting, separation, and challenge in my life and the lives of my family. What is His purpose? I think sometimes I make it too complicated; I have to make this situation make sense and of course make it very spiritual! My mind… Continue reading His Purpose
Home
I miss home. I close my eyes and picture that gray ranch, the perfect “starter” house for a new bride and groom, that has in the eight years since become a nestled-in, well-loved home. I miss my welcoming front porch, and the total comfort I feel walking in the front door to a bright… Continue reading Home
Sylvia’s Eyes
4/25/17 I had just kissed my four-year-old daughter Sylvia and my husband goodbye, and stood in the driveway watching the big black truck pull away. The brake lights gleamed and I knew why. My husband cracked his window. “She wants one more hug and kiss.” I ran and opened her door, climbed up in… Continue reading Sylvia’s Eyes
He Who Has Promised
I sat on a hospital bed in a delivery room, a tiny incubator on my lap holding an even tinier baby. My heart pounded with anxiety as I asked the nurse if my baby was okay. She nodded, unconcerned, and touched him. He began moving and I felt his movement beneath my hand, and he… Continue reading He Who Has Promised
The Heaviness of Hope
“Because God wanted to show His unchangeable purpose even more clearly to the heirs of the promise, He guaranteed it with an oath, so that through two unchangeable things, in which it is impossible for God to lie, we who have fled for refuge might have strong encouragement to seize the hope set before us.… Continue reading The Heaviness of Hope
Their Parting Gift
“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you, who by God’s power… Continue reading Their Parting Gift
Avery’s Birth Story
One of the challenges I faced after losing a baby to miscarriage was the disappointment of not being able to write her a birth story. I'd written one for each of my two other babies, but for months I ached with the knowledge that Avery wasn't "born." However, God gave me insight into a beautiful… Continue reading Avery’s Birth Story
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