Surviving to Die
All this time I’ve spent since Nancy’s death trying to survive her loss, I was actually supposed to be dying.
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Grace in Death
I weep for a God Who put skin on, a Deity born as a child in a stable so that we can rest in His stability, yesterday, today and forever.
Read More Grace in DeathUndone to Become
What I was seeing as devastation was actually an invitation.
If God allowed me to be undone, it was so that I could become like His Son.
Read More Undone to BecomeThe Miracle Worker: How Theatre Saved my Life
The show must go on. And I intended to be a part of it.
Read More The Miracle Worker: How Theatre Saved my LifeKaleidoscopic Oceans
My depression does not have the power to snuff out hope. It does not have the power to diminish beauty. And it certainly does not have the power to lessen my God.
Read More Kaleidoscopic OceansWrestling (Always Winter, But Never Christmas)
And yet, the crucifix doesn’t disappoint, even in the crux of a problem – actually, especially in the crux of the problem.
Read More Wrestling (Always Winter, But Never Christmas)1,460 Days (An Open Letter to Nancy)
Four years.
Forty eight months.
Two hundred eight weeks.
One thousand, four hundred and sixty days.
And yet, without fail not a day goes by that I don’t still miss you.
Read More 1,460 Days (An Open Letter to Nancy)Hard Pressed, Yet Still {So Indescribably} Blessed
Realizing what the gospel is, well, it’s enough to change your life.
Read More Hard Pressed, Yet Still {So Indescribably} BlessedThree Years and Counting
You are infinitely missed. Perhaps more than infinitely. In fact, if there were something of greater depth and breadth than infinity, the amount I miss you would exceed that too.
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Amy Joyce 