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Songs Speak To My Heart
Because of my love of words, the emotions that are voiced through music, and the sincere and intimate lyrics, songs speak to my heart.
Throughout my book, Living Hope, I share QR codes to listen to songs that were meaningful to me as I grieved Seth and Roi. Now, I’m sharing the playlist of those songs and additional songs that did not make it into the book!
My Next Book Idea…and I need YOUR advice!
This is my mission for anyone who would read this next book…that she would become more sensitive and compassionate to a woman in her life who has lost a baby.
I would love for this book to be from the many hearts of women who have lost babies. If that is YOU, and you have lost a baby (miscarriage, stillborn, and/or infant), I would be grateful if you filled out the following form…
Talk About These Words…in a Walmart Parking Lot
God is using the hardships, the chaos, and the crying to produce the fruit of the Spirit in all of us as a family. This is the way that the gospel becomes not only words recited from memory, but life-changing power and strength transforming us to be more like Jesus.
How Jesus Heals Your Brokenness {Part 2}
Listen to Part 2 of how I found healing after losing my sons, Seth and Roi.
The Lord’s faithfulness to the grandchildren…
While everything in this world vanishes, the Lord's faithfulness is the hope we have in this life and the life to come.
Are you broken? Bring it all to Jesus. {Part 1}
Listen to my story of being broken after losing my sons, Seth and Roi.
When you think you’ve lost the battle…
Friend, if I could sit across from you, I would hold your hand and tell you…maybe you lost the battle and didn’t get the healing, the miracle, the child, the relationship, the dream job…you fill in the blank…on this earth. But maybe you aren’t defeated after all…
You do not have to fight this battle…
My hand rests on my friend’s knee as I kneel in front of her. I’m choking back tears listening to the prayers of the ladies around me. I’m afraid to chime in and pray too, because I won’t be able to stop the floodgate that’s about to unleash from my empathetic heart…