“I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were outfits purchased for work, church, and casual weekends but nothing to wear to the burial of my seventeen-year-old… — Shelley Ramsey Copy Share Image
“I pulled a dirty black sweatshirt from the laundry basket on my son’s floor and tried to drink in his scent, to savor the… — Shelley Ramsey Copy Share Image
“Just days after Joseph died, we sat down to eat dinner at the dining room table. We each sat there, choking down our food,… — Shelley Ramsey Copy Share Image
“Many people tried comforting us with words. But there are no consoling words! I really just wanted people to be quiet. I appreciated those… — Shelley Ramsey Copy Share Image
“As I lay in my bed unable to sleep I challenged Him: Pull out another miracle. Send him back. You can do that. You’re God. At that point in my grief, I envisioned how utterly fantastic it would be for others to see what a mighty and awesome God we serve. They could witness a modern-day miracle! I was convinced… — Shelley Ramsey Copy Share
“My experience is that God will meet us anywhere. Grieving badly and under the covers? He's there. Sitting at the cemetery, wishing it were… — Shelley Ramsey Copy Share Image
“For several decades, I said I believed in God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit and had put my confidence… — Shelley Ramsey Copy Share Image
“I began praying for the health and safety of my boys before each one was born. Once a week for two years prior to… — Shelley Ramsey Copy Share Image
“I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were outfits purchased… — Shelley Ramsey Copy Share Image
