After the suicide death of our daughter, my heart became a battlefield between seeking answers that could put all the pieces back together again, finding peace and courage that enabled me to forgive myself, and even God, to move forward. This is my journey at the cliffs of abandonment. It is a place of death, loss, hopelessness, and fear. It is a place of wrestling with who the Father truly is and who I am in Him. It is a place of courage to embrace the Father's cup of suffering He has permitted for me until all that remains is hope and resurrection life.
