The Porch Journal
This is where the stories live—the quiet reflections, the whispered prayers, the moments that didn’t make it into the group chat. Some posts are devotionals. Some are journal entries I didn’t know I’d share. All of them are written from the porch—with hot chocolate in hand, hope in progress, and honesty intact.
Browse around. Read what resonates. And if something stirs your spirit, stay awhile.
The Porch Is Still Here
When you don’t know where to go with your grief, come here.
I Still Set His Mug Out Some Mornings
The habits of love linger long after loss.
Why Church Is the Hardest Room I Enter
Faith can feel far away in the pew where your person used to sit.
When the Casseroles Stop Coming
No one tells you what happens after the sympathy food runs out.
The Bedroom Feels Too Big No
When one side of the bed stays empty, your heart doesn’t have to be.
Grief Has Terrible Timing
Sometimes the tears show up when life is finally calm.
Do I Still Wear My Ring?
It’s not jewelry—it’s memory, identity, and choice.
Your Grief Makes People Uncomfortable
Their awkwardness is not your responsibility.
What Do I Do With All His Tools?
Letting go doesn’t have to mean getting rid of everything.
The Grocery Store Meltdown
Grief hits hardest in the ordinary places.
I Prayed for a Sign. I Got a Squirrel.
Sometimes God sends answers with a bushy tail.
The Line on the Form That Changed Everything
The tiniest checkbox can feel like the biggest betrayal.
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