About Mari Dertinger

Mari Dertinger is a wife and mom to five awesome kids ranging in age from 14 to two. Writing has been a huge part of her life since childhood. She loves sharing the truth of the Word as it applies to life and mothering. When she is not writing or juggling family life, she can be found picking up roadside treasures or scouring flea markets and antique stores to create her one of a kind designs for her business The Salvaged Peach.

Good Grief – Part 2

To see more on the goodness of grief, here is Good Grief–Part 1.


In the midst of grief L-O-S-S is a four letter word. We like to win, not lose, but we do lose when someone we love dies. It can be the loss of what was or what never was. Either way it hurts!

“But we don’t talk about it very often. Like a silent conspiracy, we seem to have an unspoken agreement with others not to talk about our losses. Yet with each and every loss comes the potential for change, growth, new insights, understanding, and refinement – all in the future, and we fail to see that far ahead when we are in the midst of our grief,” says H. Norman Wright in Recovering from the Losses of Life.

Interestingly enough, just before Malorie entered hospice I read a wonderful post about grief which stuck with me.  Of her time with the Lord, Brooke Kireta said,

“He (the Lord) was telling me how people don’t grieve enough which I thought was kind of weird because most people are really sad.  But then I heard Him say-the reason there is so much depression is because there is not enough grieving. If we knew the importance of taking the time to grieve-we would stop bottling up all the painful emotions that lead us into addictions, illicit relationships, and unhealthy patterns. As Americans with our staunch belief in the pursuit of happiness-we cannot stand the idea of grieving. We want to be happy all the time. It is our right as Americans. The only problem is-it’s not healthy or realistic.”

She was telling my story and H. Norman Wright confirmed it. I do not think I have ever grieved and Malorie’s death touched every loss I ever denied.

“When a child doesn’t grieve over a loss, a similar loss in adult life can reactivate the feelings associated with the childhood experience.” H. Norman Wright

Grief is important. Grief is Godly. Grief is healthy. Grief is GOOD.

We have probably all read the stages of grief at least once in our lifetime:

  1. Denial
  2. Anger
  3. Bargaining
  4. Depression
  5. Acceptance

I like lists, they make me feel safe. Seeking safety above all else has kept me from grieving my whole life, so this list will be put aside. I will consider this list and may even refer to it, but I am going to hand over the reins and allow my Savior to lead and guide me and comfort me through the stages of grief.

“And we can take the time to process the pain and grief with God or we can pull up our boot straps and muscle our way through it. But eventually the straps break and our muscles give out. We cannot do this on our own. The pain is too much to bear. So we need a Savior”Brooke Kireta

My muscles have given out and I recognize my need to grieve for the loss of my friend and so many other losses, but I will not do this alone. I lay it down at His feet for Him to sort through the mess of losses I have made and trust Him to make it into something beautiful as only He can do. I desire all God has for me, but His path, not mine is the perfect one to get me there. So, I can trust that the difficult road of grieving leads to His perfect plan for my life and ultimately my freedom.


In Recovering from the Losses of Life we are told, “The purpose of grieving over your loss is to get beyond these reactions to face your loss and work on adapting to it. The overall purpose of grief is to bring you to the point of making necessary changes so you can live with the loss in a healthy way.”

What have you lost? A friend, a relationship, a spouse? Maybe it was a job, a dream or a house? Regardless of the loss the pain is eerily similar. Can you invite your Father to hold you and lead you through your grief toward your freedom? Will you make the necessary changes that will bring growth and healing?

Father, thank you that grief is a process, so we know it has a beginning, but also an end. We trust You to bring us through the process making all things new. Not forgetting, but learning to hold dear, that which we lost. Thank you for being with us in the sadness, anger and denial. You are a faithful God, an ever present comfort in our times of grief. We need Your help to experience the joy you promise in the morning.


Good Grief – Part 1

“Have started hospice for Malorie,” a text from her husband flashed across my screen as I clicked on the new message tab.  It was February 27, 2016 at 9:49 a.m. I was in my bedroom and I stayed in there for a long time, in disbelief. I was afraid to respond to the text and denial quickly set in. Thankfully, my sweet husband took the liberty of booking a flight so I could spend time with her the next weekend.


Malorie flew to Georgia in 2006 to be with me for the birth of my daughter Kaira. This photo was taken before Malorie went home when Kaira, who was born on her birthday, was just four days old.

Malorie was my dearest and closest friend for almost twenty years. In a recent letter to her I wrote, “I am the mom (woman) I am largely due to your love, prayers and support. When I met you I was a mess, but you loved me, befriended me and taught me and never treated me like the mess I was.” She was the single, most influential person in my life. How do you say good-bye? Well, I still do not know, but I am learning.

When I arrived at the hospice facility on Friday and Malorie heard I was there her eyes popped open and she looked around for me until her beautiful eyes settled on my familiar face.  I will never forget that.

Sunday morning I got time alone with her and I used that time to remind her of all she had taught me, to use her very words to bring comfort. I reminded her of all she taught me about our Father and how it had changed my life. It was a precious time. She was reciting scripture, finishing my sentences and still believing in her good, good Father. Grief did not set in because her faith was still contagious.

A month and a half after that text came my children and I sat in a church for Malorie’s memorial service.  I had to be there, they had to be there, to hear about this woman who had affected my life and in turn affected theirs, forever!  Everyone said the same things:

  • You did not meet Malorie you “encountered” her
  • We had lively discussions about scripture
  • She treated others the way she wanted to be treated
  • She made you feel like her best friend
  • She was a pioneer
  • We got lost while driving to (fill in the blank)

We flew home on Mother’s Day, which was usually a day I talked with Malorie and she always honored me as a mom although a mom much longer herself.  We did not talk this Mother’s Day.  Monday the grief set in. I would not see or speak to my friend again in this life.  

I was given a book Recovering from the Losses of Life by H. Norman Wright and as I began to read a lifetime of grief stored up in me began to surface. Losing my friend was going to be a catalyst for a journey I needed to take. The Lord nudging and encouraging me to embark on this journey of grieving. The journey of releasing all to Him to receive all He has for me.  The journey of believing in my good, good Father just as Malorie had modeled.  Believing that although sorrow may last for a night, joy comes in the morning. Believing that grieving is good and necessary for growth. Believing that through grief, although sad and painful I will more fully see and experience the good. Believing that the seeds Malorie planted are being watered by the Father to bear good fruit.

What losses are you grieving or denying? Ask your Father to show you areas where you need to grieve and areas where you have grieved and can now receive the blessing and joy from the completed process. Invite Him into your grief, for He alone can bring the peace that surpasses understanding.

Father, your Son taught us that, “Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.” We thank you for the comfort and assurance. You are our God and Father of mercies who comforts us in our afflictions so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any afflictions, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. Thank you for your promise that sorrow may last for a night, but joy comes in the morning. Amen.

Join me here for Good Grief–Part 2 on June 9, 2016


Modern Day Idols

The Bible is not short on stories of worshipping false idols and gods, but it seems so foreign to us. We do not erect golden calves in our yards or worship little “g” gods, so it is seemingly easy for us to escape disobeying the first of commandments, “You shall have no other gods before me.” We proclaim, “As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.” It appears to be a piece of cake to uphold commandment number one, well, until you look up the word god with a lowercase “g” and it means idol.

Idol [ahyd-l] noun:

  1. an image or other material object representing a deity to which religious worship is addressed.
  2. Bible. an image of a deity other than God or the deity itself.
  3. any person or thing regarded with blind admiration, adoration, or devotion:
  4. a mere image or semblance of something, visible but without substance, as a phantom.
  5. a figment of the mind; fantasy.
  6. a false conception or notion; fallacy.

If we read the first two definitions, we would usually still be innocent of idolatry, but there are four more definitions. This is where I get tripped up.

Recently a friend shared a testimony of the healing and restoration God has done in her family. Her testimony started with her earliest childhood memories of abuse and her desire for a family. It reminded me of my own lifelong desire for family. I had not thought about that in a long time since I now have a husband and five children. It helped me hear that someone else from an abusive family had the same desire, it made it seem more normal. I am sure we are not the only ones either.  Have you realized how the enemy always wants us to think “we are the only one who (fill in the blank)?”

I did not think much more about it until the next day after I dropped off the last of the five kids for school on Monday morning.  I was driving home and as I thought about always wanting a family, the Lord, as only He can do, gently spoke to my heart, “You have made it an idol.”  Ouch!  He was right since childhood I had an idea of the family I wanted and it was the opposite of the family I had, which is not a good basis to define family. I was not wholeheartedly seeking Him and His desire for my family I was building my own, thank you very much!  You know what I was not doing such a good job.  Anytime we try to do it our way instead of His, well, it just does not go well.

Do not misunderstand, I was a believer, I went to church and took my kids to church. They went to Christian school, we prayed at home and listened to Christian radio. I did not totally turn my back on Him, I just did not seek Him fully for His vision or ideal of family. I inserted some bible verses in “my” plan, but that still did not make it His. Even the Christian parenting books I read did not dethrone my idolatry. It was so subtle I missed it until He gently convicted me.

Those who pay regard to vain idols
    forsake their hope of steadfast love. Jonah 2:8

I went home and began bible journaling while listening to worship music. I was quickly drawn away by a song and knew what I needed to do.  Repent!  So, on my knees, I repented for erecting “family” as an idol, for putting my desire for family above my desire for Him. I gave Him permission to build and keep my family as He saw fit. I would love to tell you that the angels were singing and I felt differently, but I did not.  Although, I did feel a weight lifted. This is going to be a process. Watching God transform what is now His to do what He saw from the beginning. My ways, plans, ideas and dreams will have to die and I will have to seek His heart for His. It is like giving God permission to release the wrecking ball.


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I made my castle tall
I built up every wall
This is my kingdom and it needs to fall
Colton Dixon, More of You

There was no value in idolizing family, my version of family actually became my own worst enemy.  It is not enough or even biblical to do the opposite of what was done in our childhood.  It sets us up for judgement, idolatry, disappointment and lots of spinning our wheels.  

“If a daughter swings to the other end of the continuum and acts the opposite of her mother, she stands a good chance of creating the same dynamics that she’s trying so hard to avoid.  The key lies in finding a middle ground on which you can stand as a loving parent with your own values.”
Will I Ever Be Good Enough? Karyl McBride, Ph.D. page 125

We must seek Him for our family. He has things to say about abusive families, but He does not say do the opposite. He always gives it a more positive spin.  

He who fears the Lord has a secure fortress,and for his children it will be a refuge.
Proverbs 14:26

My people will abide in a peaceful habitation, in secure dwellings, and in quiet resting places. Isaiah 32:18


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Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain.
Psalm 127:1

Is there something in your life or heart that is held just a little higher than the place the Father holds? Would you be willing to give it to Him and let Him be your only God?  Would you be willing to trust Him with the results? He already knows if there is, but still wants us to humbly come and confess.

Father, thank You that You are a jealous God and You will not share us with our carefully erected and protected idols. You gently and lovingly guide us back to Your will and plan for us.  We can take You at Your word and trust You to perform it.  Amen.

Out of Hiding

What a blessing to be sharing on Mothers with a Mission.  I am daughter of the Most High God, wife to Michael and mom to five awesome kids.  I am passionate about my faith.  I am also a writer, artist and transformation specialist.  When I am not here you can find the more eclectic side of me at www.thesalvagedpeach.com.

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“Come out of hiding
You’re safe here with Me
There’s no need to cover
What I already see

You’ve got your reasons
But I hold your peace
You’ve been on lockdown
And I hold the key”Steffany Gretzinger, Out of Hiding

Hide and seek is a popular children’s game where players hide while one or two people seek to find them.  As a child I do not remember playing the game much, but I became an expert at hiding.  In my earliest relationships I was often criticized for my feelings, put down and even dismissed.  That taught me that being found or noticed was not safe, but hiding was.

Two years ago at a women’s meeting someone led a devotional on doubt.  I remember the question, “What do you do when you doubt?”  I began sobbing quietly to myself because the answer for me came so quick and so clear, “I HIDE!”  I would like to say that I was already aware of that, but it was truly a startling revelation.  Since then other ways that I hide have been exposed leaving me feeling vulnerable and unsafe, nowhere to run nowhere to hide, so to speak.

Last year I heard an eight year old girl sing the song quoted above and as I type this now that was appropriate for what God was whispering to my heart.  He was beckoning me to come out of a lifetime of hiding.  He saw all the fear, doubt, regret, guilt, shame, contempt and pain, but gently reminded me that I do not have to hide it from Him.  He knew all the reasons I hid, but wanted to offer me peace. He wanted to give me the key to break me out of the prison I had lived in most of my life.

Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?
Psalm 139:7

I do not know about you, but once God illuminates something unhealthy in my life it becomes very uncomfortable to live with it.  I believe that is by His design.  He does not want us miserable, but He does want us free.  We were created to be FREE.  I could tell you that I have completely overcome this, but I have not.  I am still working on it and God is still working with me.  It is still terrifying at times. Even this morning I prayed, “Lord, I am afraid to trust you in this area, but I am going to anyway.”  I believe He honors that.

One thing about overcoming anything, we cannot do it alone.  God has put people in my life in this season in the most unexpected ways.  Their words, their hopes and dreams, their struggles cause my spirit to come alive to HOPE and DREAM and OVERCOME.  I feel these relationships give my spirit the wings it needs to fly right now.

“I am one who would rather hide my brokenness, hide the lamp that is less than sufficient.  But just like with my house, I feel God pushing me a little bit to embrace my broken places and appreciate my weaknesses as much as I appreciate my strengths.”
– Annie F. Downs, Looking for Lovely

Do you hide?  What do you hide from?  Are you hiding from God, relationships or dreams? Have you had a victory in this area of hiding?  Please share your stories. Testimonies are the fuel we need as busy moms who sometimes feel alone, hopeless or discouraged.

Father, when we hide You pursue, thank you for not leaving us hidden, but bringing us into your marvelous light.  Give us the courage to take that first step.  Amen.

Steffany Gretzinger sang Out of Hiding over people she loved that were in a hard place,but this is the heart of the Father singing over you.

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Love Wins!

New Year’s Eve 2015 greeted me with anxiety and dread.  The fear of repeating the events of the past year was overwhelming. Would I let the anxiety catapult me into a year similar to the one I was bidding farewell, or would I open my heart to my Father to transform the upcoming one?  That in itself was a scary proposition.

The temptation to give in to fear came from years of practice, but this time I made a different choice.  In the face of fear I surrendered and asked my Father for a plan (James 1:5). Afterall, doing things over and over again expecting different results is insanity and I had had enough of that (2 Timothy 1:7).  He illuminated the fact that we had no goals in place individually or as a family, so I set two:

  1. A craft project for the family
  2. The Love Dare for Parents, a goal for me personally

During our New Year’s Eve dinner I asked everyone to think of a word that expressed something they wanted to work on in the upcoming year.  Their responses left me awestruck. It was as if they had just been waiting for someone to ask.  I realized I do not need to keep telling them what they need to work on, they already know.  They just need to be encouraged, so they will feel free to overcome.

The physical result :


The emotional and spiritual results are still developing.  It is freeing to be able to ask my children in the midst of a struggle are you being (fill in the blank with their word)?  We have checked in a couple of times as a family to hear how everyone is doing.  I also encourage them when I see their words displayed in their behavior or actions, which is helping me practice “nurturing” them.

My personal goal although a seemingly clear and simple one has proved to be much more challenging.   It exposed things in my own heart that need to be healed and pruned.  Day 1 of The Love Dare is “Love Blooms” and instantly I was challenged, which is how my word became so clear to me, “NURTURE.”  For some it may be the simplest of dares, but as I read it, my own woundedness and imperfections were obvious.  I was grieved with how difficult it was, but was determined to complete it.    I think my children were startled by the spontaneity of affection, but began to soften under the words, “I love you.”

What if God never expressed His great love for us?  What if we did not have His Word to remind us daily of that great love?  How would we know He loved us if we were not in constant communication with Him and Him with us?  It is the same with my children, it is not enough to just “know” mom loves me, they need to hear it – verbally and often.

Can you easily let “I love you” escape your lips or do you struggle with it?  What has helped you overcome?  Do you have another area of nurturing your children that is more difficult for you?  I would love to hear your heart and pray for you.  We are not in this journey alone.

Father, may we be so rooted and established in LOVE that it will overflow into everything we do.  Replace the fear in our hearts with Your perfect LOVE.  Thank you that Your LOVE won on the cross and wins eternally.  Amen.