But One Life to Live
Grief comes swiftly upon me. Uninvited. Have you ever seen a tidal wave? Like that. It seeps through every pore, into every cell and settles deep in the cracks and crevices of my heart. But unlike a tidal wave that continues on its way, carrying all the debris with it, I quickly throw up
It’s such an odd feeling. Watching the weather via apps and feeds. The sun is shining here. Not a cloud in the sky. Nothing even predicted for the next ten days. Yet, but a few hundred miles away, everyone’s world has paused. Put on hold. No exceptions. Continued prayers to the coastlines that have not
A dear friend of mine offered to write of grief from a mother’s perspective – May God offer a special measure of comfort through her words today to our community of mother’s out there. A Mother’s Grief
Something wasn’t quite right. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I’ve spent the last days in India. I’m visiting friends. I’m tired. Jet. Lag. Is. Real. It’s been an amazing few days but in a few hours, I begin the long journey home. I came to celebrate a major life and work event with
{This is Part Two of three part series. Read Part 1 here.} The grief follows me as closely as my shadow and never leaves me – never will. There is no escaping that pain. Yet . . . Experience has taught me the closer I stay to the light, the smaller my shadow is. Jesus
Exhausted. Tired to my bones. Weak. Shoulders slumping. Weary. Numb. How. Do. I. Go. On? Life is demanding. My mind never stops. One thing after another after another after another keeps on coming. It’s never one thing – or a couple of small things – or even a couple of big things that threaten to
Having great intentions, I began writing a post observing my favorite moments of 2013 using pictures of my journey this past year. It didn’t take long for me to realize tears were sliding silently down my cheeks. Falling, pulled by gravity, to my chin where I wiped them on my sleeve – some escaping and