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Why does something as simple as laundry, dinner, or a trip to the store feel impossible after your child is no longer walking beside you? Friend, you are not alone. Grief reshapes your body, your mind, and even the smallest daily tasks can feel like mountains to climb.
I remember standing paralyzed in the grocery aisle after Andrew died. What had once been routine became overwhelming. My mind couldn’t carry the weight of “normal” anymore because nothing about life was normal. It wasn’t about groceries — it was about the fact that my whole world had collapsed. Every step forward felt like dragging chains behind me.
Maybe you’ve felt that too — looking around at other moms who seem to have it all together and asking, Why am I falling apart? Why can’t I handle the simple things anymore? Friend, those things are no longer simple. What used to be routine now feels impossible. Today, I want to name why everyday life feels so heavy — and share the steps that can help you carry it differently.
Grief isn’t just an emotion. It touches your mind, body, and spirit. That’s why you can’t think straight, why you feel exhausted, why emotions take you by surprise.
Your nervous system is overloaded, running 24/7 without rest. Even when you try to do something simple, like make dinner, your mind is processing the unthinkable in the background. Your body carries it like a weight on your chest.
But hear me, friend: you’re not weak — this is grief.
📖 Psalm 6:6 (NLT)
“I am worn out from sobbing. All night I flood my bed with weeping, drenching it with my tears.”
Even the strongest in Scripture admitted that their grief touched every part of their life. You are human. And your grief is part of your love.
When daily tasks feel impossible, it isn’t because you’re lazy. So many moms tell me, “I’m just lazy. I can’t get off the couch. I can’t quit crying. Something must be wrong with me.”
No, friend. You were never meant to carry this weight alone.
📖 Matthew 11:28 (NLT)
“Then Jesus said, ‘Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.’”
He didn’t say, “Get it all together first.” He said, Come in the messy middle of it all.
📖 2 Corinthians 1:8–9 (NLT)
“We were crushed and overwhelmed beyond our ability to endure, and we thought we would never live through it. In fact, we expected to die. But as a result, we stopped relying on ourselves and learned to rely only on God, who raises the dead.”
Everyday tasks feel impossible because you weren’t meant to carry them in your own strength. God is inviting you to let Him carry them with you.
It’s easy to look at other moms and think, She seems fine. Why can’t I be like her? But grief is as unique as your fingerprint. You cannot compare your healing to anyone else’s.
📖 Psalm 103:14 (NLT)
“For he knows how weak we are; he remembers we are only dust.”
God isn’t comparing you. He isn’t shaming you for not being “further along.”
I hear moms say, “I thought I would be better by now. I’m tired of crying.” Friend, those tears are holy ground. In my early days, I cried constantly. And yet it was in those tears that the Holy Spirit built intimacy with me.
Please don’t rush this time. As painful as it is, it is sacred. Lean into it. Allow the Holy Spirit to carry you. Let Him remind you that your tears are love — and love always calls out to God.
Healing doesn’t happen all at once. It comes one small step at a time.
Some days that step may be getting out of bed and putting on clothes. Other days it may be whispering a simple prayer: “Lord, help me.”
📖 Zechariah 4:10 (NLT)
“Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin.”
One small step may not look like much, but it matters. Action silences doubt. Each step becomes a building block of confidence. Just like a toddler learning to walk, we fall and get back up — over and over. That’s how we learn to live in a world we didn’t ask for…one small step at a time.
One of the heaviest weights grieving moms carry is the expectation of where they “should” be by now.
Friend, those are lies. Jesus never asked you to be perfect. He asked you to bring your weakness to Him.
📖 2 Corinthians 12:9 (NLT)
“Each time he said, ‘My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.’ So now I am glad to boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ can work through me.”
Releasing unrealistic expectations is an act of trust. It makes space for God’s strength to meet you in your weakness.
And here’s the truth: you won’t stay in this place forever. But there is a condition — you must be willing to take small steps forward. As James reminds us:
📖 James 1:22 (NLT)
“But don’t just listen to God’s word. You must do what it says. Otherwise, you are only fooling yourselves.”
Your grief is not a pass/fail test. It’s a daily walk with Jesus, one step at a time.
Friend, grief makes everything feel impossibly heavy. But that doesn’t mean you’re failing. It means you are carrying love in a heart that has been shattered by loss.
Jesus isn’t asking you to have it all together. He’s asking you to come to Him just as you are — in the messy middle, with dishes undone, tears unending, and strength gone.
The next time you feel overwhelmed by something as simple as dinner or laundry, pause. Take a deep breath. Whisper this prayer:
“Lord, I cannot do this, but I can do it with You.”
Then take the next small step He gives you. And rest in knowing that you are held in the arms of the One who gives true rest.
✨ For more encouragement, listen to the full conversation on The Grief Mentor Podcast — Episode 211.


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