Twenty years have passed since my son’s death from an overdose. I wish I could tell you that you reach a point when you are over the death of a loved one. I can’t. But I can tell you how God has carried me.

If he can hold all the waters of the earth in the hollow of his hand, then he is certainly able to help us through our trials.

I hadn’t expected our trip to Maine to leave such an impression upon me. But it did. I won’t ever forget what my elderly aunt said to her elderly brother.

A friend who knows and shares your grief is a gift from God.

Wanda wept. We weep. And so did Jesus.

Our good Father gives us many good gifts, even in our greatest grief, as Brittany Allen is learning.

What if loneliness was a doorway to a deeper life with God? What would that mean? Is this even a biblical idea?

The psalmists knew suffering as a close—and often unwanted—confidant. We have much to learn from them, especially how to lament.

One friend loses another baby. Another endures chronic pain. Some days it’s too much to bear. Can God truly comfort us all?

Cynthia Mathai was changed by grief. She didn’t get everything right, but what she learned might help you navigate your own sorrows.

Sex slaves. Mass shootings. Home invasions. Some days evil seems too strong. But there is hope. There is a way to rejoice despite evil.

Staff writer Sean Nolan digs into how you live out Jesus’ command to love your enemies when your enemies are your own flesh and blood.