Tag: grief
Refining Fire
There is some kind of special joy when we burn the brush pile at home. There is something cleansing about burning the mess and ending up with a pile of ashes. Did you know you can use them …
Letter to Friends of the Grieving
Letter to Friends of the Grieving. Dear Friends, How are you today? I am holding my own. This morning I woke up and showered. I managed to fill my day with a to-do list which keeps me busy. …
Surprising New Grief
Christmas trees, lights, and music. The magic of dark starry nights crisp on the edge of winter. Quiet drives to church or dinner. Holding my husbands’ hand while we watch our favorite movie over and over again. Coffee …
Respond
Revelation 3:20 Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me. When I have a …
Renew
Isaiah 61:11 For as the soil makes the sprout come up and a garden causes seeds to grow, so the Sovereign Lord will make righteousness and praise spring up before all nations. As the morning awakens and the …
Fiercely, Unconditional, First & Always
It has taken me a long time to understand I don’t have to have a fight with grief. It can be a natural, daily process and part of my life. I don’t have to try to figure it …
Grief 101
This is how grief works. It comes in a multitude of ways, twisting and turning like a road in the mountains you have never been on. It winds up and down, from side to side. Sometimes it is …
Sometimes I Forget You Have a Plan.
Sometimes I forget you have a plan. I decide to panic and figure things out on my own, when it is much easier to simply let you do it all and follow along. The still small voice inside …
Lateral Grief
This morning I was driving to work reflecting on the past two years. Weird it’s been two years. It seems like five minutes some days; others an eternity. When in the pit of grief the only way to …
Grief: The Wondering and Wandering
Sometimes when I make decisions I ask myself a simple question. If my dad were here right now, would his shoulders shake with laughter approving my decision, or would I get his “disclaimer look?” I like to think …
