So much of life happens while you’re convinced nothing particularly important is happening at all. The days can feel ordinary and repetitive, and then twenty years pass. You drive by an old house, look at a tree that used to be three feet tall, or sit across from your grown children at breakfast, and suddenly you realize just how much life was happening during all those days that felt like nothing was happening at all.
Faith has never meant believing that life will be easy or that every prayer will be answered the way I hope. For me, it has been something quieter: a relationship with an all-loving God, somewhere to bring what I cannot control, and a reminder to keep choosing love, grace, and compassion as I find my way through this life.
Because for so many years, I really didn’t think I would be here to see it. This article is also featured on my Substack Content Note: This article discusses depression, childhood trauma, sexual abuse, suicidal thoughts, and suicide. Please take care of yourself while reading and step away if you need to. September is Suicide…
A reflection on love, loss, and learning to be thankful even when life is uncertain. Wendi Kehn/Hellbloom Haven (Also featured on Substack & Medium) Jan 07, 2026 Trigger Warning: This piece contains references to trauma, depression, suicidal thoughts, abuse, and experiences of homelessness. Please read with care, especially if you are in a vulnerable place.Take…
