Welcome to Grieving Moms Finding Hope
Grieving Moms Finding Hope was formed because Jacke Rose (Founder) saw through her own loss a need for the lonely and often a hopeless grieving mom. This organization exists to provide hope, tools and community to grieving moms. We are a Christ-Centered foundation and together we are better.
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Hope & Healing Camp
Faith-based online video sessions for the grieving mother.
Together, we are better.
Grieving Moms Finding Hope is a faith based, compassionate community established with the heartfelt mission of supporting mothers who have experienced the profound and heart-wrenching loss of a child. Founded by Jacke Rose, herself a mother who traversed the challenging journey of grief, the organization is a beacon of hope, understanding, and strength for mothers who find themselves grappling with the overwhelming emotions of grief.
Are you struggling to find your way?
At Grieving Moms Finding Hope, we envision a world where no mother walks the path of grief alone. We aspire to be the guiding light that leads grieving mothers from the depths of despair to a place of healing and renewed purpose. Our vision is rooted in the belief that every mother’s pain is unique, and through the power of faith and community, we can find solace, understanding, and the strength to move forward.
Watch Jacke speak with Susie Spoolstra on Chapter 7 of “Resurfacing” – Forgiveness.
How we can help you on your journey…
We provide a welcoming and understanding community of fellow grieving mothers who share their stories, provide comfort, and offer companionship on the journey of healing.
HOPE AND HEALING
Through a variety of resources, workshops, and support sessions, we empower grieving mothers with tools to navigate the complex terrain of grief, fostering a sense of hope and restoration.
For those who find solace in their faith, we offer opportunities to explore and strengthen their spiritual connection, integrating Christ-centered teachings and perspectives into the healing process.
ADVOCACY AND AWARENESS
We are committed to raising awareness about the unique challenges faced by grieving mothers and advocating for their needs within society, fostering a more compassionate and understanding environment.
our featured posts
The Treehouse Blog
I am a woman of passion, a warrior of sorts, and there is a song written by the mountain winds that play continuously in my mind. It’s the sound created as it weaves through the pines and carved-out canyons. It’s a melody without words or unidentifiable notes....
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Matthew 6:26 Ranch work entails a diverse amount of responsibilities, one of which is clearing out the...
The sun announces itself through my naked window, awakening me before my wind-up alarm clock plays “Love Story.” It’s 1978, and I’m getting ready for high school. A heaviness comes over me as I walk down the familiar hallway to my mother’s bedroom, hoping to see that...
There is a mountain well-known to climbers, yet no one has any inclination to seek its peak. It has a very unique and delicate beauty about it. Rumor has it that many don’t survive due to its unstable terrain, the mysterious obstacles, and unpredictable weather. Some...
We’ve all been driving down those hot, dry, and desolate parts of the highway, noticing those unfortunate souls broken down. We’re human, so the first thing that comes to mind is, “Oh my gosh, I’m so glad it’s not us!” Typically, we assume they have a cell phone, and...
Grieving is a natural phenomenon among humans, but why must we have to say goodbye to those that we love so dearly, especially a child? I’ve acquired an unwelcome stowaway of sorts that travels with me everywhere I go. Its presence is dark, heavy, and consumes my...
To Randy… She’s been courageous since accepting the journey of motherhood even though it seemed impossible. As a little girl, she dreamt it would fill her heart with many days of cuddling and cooing; it was ever so soothing. Nursing in the wee hours of the night,...