Grief is a sacred journey through the desolate and the divine.
A few weeks after my husband's horrific death in southern Mexico, I stared through a wall of windows into the surrounding jungle as the sun rose over the mountains.
Oh God, I cried out.
What am I to do? My life feels totally barren and desolate.
In those moments, God spoke to my heart.
I am about to do something new.
See, I have already begun Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the w.
