When my mother died, she was born into glory. And something else happened.
Heidi S. De JongeMarch 15, 2024
The day-numbering of Psalm 90 is a prayer that we might hold and release the fleeting gift of life, and…
Heidi S. De JongeJanuary 19, 2024
Whatever veil that tore, I felt like I was suddenly and certainly on holy ground.
Heidi S. De JongeDecember 22, 2023
There is Enough, and we can draw from and contribute toward that Enough together.
Heidi S. De JongeNovember 24, 2023
The ground calls us down, down, down to anchor us and give us rest, to drink our tears, to connect…
Heidi S. De JongeNovember 17, 2023
Caring is complicated. Which means parenting is complicated. And friendship is complicated. And working in care-giving jobs is complicated. What…
Heidi S. De JongeSeptember 22, 2023
There’s hope hidden in the mantra – this, too, shall pass. Awful things don’t last forever. They pass, in one…
Heidi S. De JongeAugust 25, 2023
We need strong narratives to help us make meaning and to move us forward. But you know what a strong…
Heidi S. De JongeJune 30, 2023
Sometimes the work we need most to do is the work of stewarding our pain and transforming it into an…
Heidi S. De JongeJune 2, 2023
