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When the cost of walking this earth without your child feels like more than one heart was ever meant to hold.
The cost of child loss is a weight most people around you will never truly understand.
You carry it into ordinary rooms. You carry it into grocery stores and family dinners and Sunday mornings. And sometimes, in the middle of the most ordinary moment, a question rises up from somewhere deep inside you.
Haven’t I already paid enough?
If you have ever asked that — quietly, where no one else could hear it — you are not doing grief wrong. You are not ungrateful. You are simply telling the truth about a cost you never asked to pay.
I want to sit with you in that question today. Because I found myself standing right inside of it on a Sunday morning.
This past Sunday, I was standing in worship. We were singing one of those songs — the kind that is hard for a grieving mom to sing.
You know the ones. Where you are moving right along through the words, and then you reach a certain line, and something in you just stops.
There are parts of this particular song I have always loved to sing. It opens like this: whether I’m seeing You move, or waiting for You to come through, my offering will still be the same.
I could sing that before Andrew went to heaven. And I can sing it now — because I have seen the hand of God in my story.
But then the song came to a line I simply could not get out of my mouth.
No matter what the cost.
And in that moment, the fear that lives underneath so much of our grief rose right up in me. Because that is exactly where the fear lands for so many of us. What else is this life going to ask of me? Haven’t I already paid enough?
I could not sing. So I prayed instead.
Lord, help me. Help me to trust You when I’m scared. When I don’t know what the future holds — will You help me trust You?
And as I prayed, I began to look out over all the hands raised around me. And I said to myself:
Teresa, this used to be you.
Not in a condemning way. Not an “if you only knew” kind of way. The truth is, I have no idea the cost the people around me have paid in their own lives.
But I remembered my life before Andrew went to heaven. I remembered standing right where they were standing, singing those very words — no matter the cost — with no idea the depth of pain those words could hold.
That used to be me. And now I know.
I know the cost that you and I have paid, as grieving moms and dads. And it is a great one.
That morning in worship sent me back to something I read early in my grief.
When I was slipping into despair, when I could not find a single way to see that I might survive this, a book came into my life. To be honest, I do not fully remember how. It was a book by DC Talk called Jesus Freaks — stories from the Voice of the Martyrs.
I made a commitment to read one story out of it every single day. Because I needed to see the hand of God in someone else’s story.
Especially a story that ended in death.
One of those stories was about a young man named Ivan. He was eighteen years old, a soldier in the Soviet army, in 1970 — not so long ago at all. Believing in God was forbidden, and they kept calling him in, trying to talk him out of his faith.
One morning, walking in to face them again, Ivan looked up and saw an angel. And the angel spoke to him.
Don’t be afraid. I am with you.
That night, an officer ordered him to stand outside in the bitter cold — thirteen degrees below zero — in nothing but his thin summer uniform, until he was willing to be silent about God.
And Ivan was afraid. The what-ifs flooded his mind. But then he remembered the angel. He remembered those words. And he realized they had been spoken for that very night.
God did not spare Ivan the cost. But God never once left him alone in it.
Here is what those pages showed me, sitting in my own grief.
Somewhere along the way, we have been taught — or we inferred it, or we simply accepted it as truth — that if we love God enough, if we pray hard enough or the right way, His favor will mean we are spared the deepest cost.
And then the cost came anyway. And the question rises up: haven’t I already paid enough? Where is God in all of this?
But before Ivan ever walked into that cold, God went ahead of him. And when the fear came, Ivan reached back and held onto what God had already shown him.
That is the part I needed so desperately. Because I needed to know that God did not abandon Andrew, and God did not abandon me — not in my greatest heartache.
This is the promise. And it is the same promise, from the Old Testament all the way to the New:
“For God has said, “Never will I leave you: never will I forsake you.” — Hebrews 13:5b (NIV)
He did not promise to keep the cost away from us. He promised something deeper. He promised He would be with us in it.
So if you are standing in the cold of your grief right now — if you cannot feel His presence, and you are wondering if He is even still there — I want you to remember His promise.
I will never leave you or forsake you.
There is one certainty I know without a shadow of a doubt. God does not change. He is the same yesterday, today, and forever.
I do not have all the answers. I am just a grieving mom a few steps ahead of you, who dug into the Word of God to find her way. Some things belong in the secret place, known only to God — and I believe that is for our protection.
But the rest of that verse says something we must not forget: the things revealed to us and to our children are ours forever(Deuteronomy 29:29, NLT).
So no, I do not have every answer. But the things He has revealed to me belong to me. And I cannot keep them quiet. That is why I am here with you.
If these words have met you where you are today — there is more waiting for you in this week’s episode.
🎙 Episode 299: Haven’t I Already Paid Enough? When the Cost Feels Too Great
In this episode, I read Ivan’s story aloud, walk through the worship morning that stopped me cold, and share the promise that carried me when I could not feel God anywhere.
If you have wondered whether you have already given more than one heart was meant to hold, this one was recorded for you.
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If today met something in you, Calming the Chaos was written for exactly this — the guilt that whispers when you are already exhausted, the fear of what this road may require of you and the slow relearning of how to live again when everything has shifted. It was written to walk beside you.
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With care and prayer,
Teresa Davis


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