by Janet Miller | Oct 12, 2026 | Grief Testimony, Living Forward, Podcast Episode, Serving Others
“How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the good news!” (Romans 10:15, ESV) Now, I know what you’re thinking — pretty feet? In the middle of grief? Just stay with me for a minute. When I lost Samantha, my feet could barely carry me from the...
by Janet Miller | Oct 12, 2026 | Community Support, God’s Comfort, Honest Emotions, Living Forward, Podcast Episode
Three little words. And yet when you’re a mom grieving a child lost to suicide, they can feel like the biggest lie in the world. Because grief is lonely. Even in a crowded room, even at church, even surrounded by people who love you — there’s a particular aloneness...
by Janet Miller | Oct 6, 2026 | Grief Testimony, Living Forward, Podcast Episode, Serving Others
Here’s something I never expected: the worst thing that ever happened to me became the very thing God uses most. When Samantha died, I couldn’t see past the next breath. The idea that this loss could ever become a testimony — that God could actually use it...
by Janet Miller | Oct 6, 2026 | Grief Testimony, Living Forward, Podcast Episode, Remembering Them
One of the biggest fears grieving moms confess to me is this: “What if everyone forgets them?” As the months go by, people stop saying their name. The world moves on. And you’re left holding all these precious memories, terrified that if you...
by Janet Miller | May 17, 2026 | Community Support, Living Forward, Serving Others
The unique fellowship of bereaved mothers “She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future.” Proverbs 31:25 (NLT) In the early days after I lost my child, well-meaning people said a lot of things to me. Time heals all...
by Janet Miller | May 16, 2026 | Daily Strength, Grief Testimony, Hope Again, Living Forward, Serving Others
People who haven’t walked this road sometimes ask me how I’m doing with a hopeful look in their eyes — like maybe enough time has passed that I have a tidy answer for them. I don’t. Sixteen months ago, I lost my daughter Samantha. She was 26 years...
