Decades ago, Donna walked into church on a Mother’s Day. A greeter said, “Happy Mother’s Day!” She had no children. Alex had just died. She…
Learning who I am - a journey through faith
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On the deck of a mountain cabin a few weeks ago, I sat with Donna and held her hand. We watched the mountains. I thought,…
Forgiveness is a word people hand you like a pamphlet. They press it into your hands and walk away as if they have done something.…
Forgiveness is a word people hand you like a pamphlet. They press it into your hands and walk away as if they have done something.…
“Worse, it sometimes feels like he wasn’t loved.” – Can I forgive when people do not talk about my deceased child?
How can I forgive when I cannot determine what occurred, why, or even understand. Even Christ wants something from us in exchange for the gift of forgiveness.
Holy Saturday. The day between death and hope.
He gets verbally assaulted, then reciprocates a hug. A boxing bag that can take every hit and then say, “I love that you are still here, talking, and trying to work it out.”
I knew what it meant the way I know what skydiving means. I can describe it. I have never jumped.
You’re not crazy. People out there will tell you you are. They will say you are doing grief wrong. They will say you should get over it or at least don’t talk about it. We are here to say you are normal and it is okay to not be okay.
