No. 60: Unthinkable Tragedy.

Nov 17, 2023

Yesterday our family as a whole suffered an unexpected, unthinkable, unspeakable loss. I don’t have the words to put to it yet, but if I did, I’d still be silent. Some moments just call for that and this is certainly one of them.

I ordered the mug above when E was 2 months old and we were on night three in the hospital with RSV. I knew it would take a bit to arrive being handmade and from the UK, but I was beginning to think it was never coming.

Wouldn’t you know it, I opened it for the first time the day this tragedy unfolded. The Lord is a comforter. He is kind.

Thanking you for your patience and deeply coveting your prayers. I’ll see you the first Friday of December.

No. 21: Hevel

Jill Atogwe

January 27, 2023

I had a different newsletter outlined for today. It was supposed to be light. You were supposed to chuckle if everything went according to plan. But something happened yesterday that made publishing that essay this week seem trivial. Insignificant. *I share this at the end of this email, but for unpaid subscribers, know that my family and I are safe and okay.

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No. 50: You Will be a Brave Mom

Jill Atogwe

September 8, 2023

Look here, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we are going to a certain town and will stay there a year. We will do business there and make a profit.” How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog—it’s here a little while, then it’s gone. What you ought to say is, “If the Lord wants us to, we will live and do this or that.” Otherwise you are boasting about your own pretentious plans, and all such boasting is evil.

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No. 60: Unthinkable Tragedy.

No. 21: Hevel

No. 50: You Will be a Brave Mom

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