A piece for those in pain

I have been given the incredible opportunity of writing a grief curriculum, seven days of prayer and reflection,  with a talented group of people at CRM (http://www.crmleaders.org).

In writing, we decided to start each day with a vignette of sorts, a story that invites readers into our stories of grief.  As I prayed about what to write, I wandered back through old writings, times where grief was so palpable and burdensome that I could barely stand… and I came across this little gem.
This piece is for you, dear sister, who have loved the Lord and felt abandoned- hurt- let down- confused.

This piece is for you, dear sister, for whom life has worn you down. 

May these words bring you comfort. May they let you know that you are not alone. May they give you a glimpse of God, a different God than you have known.

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The gift of Grace

was scrambling this week. There was just too much kids and too little me.

Mom,  I pleaded on the phone,  I’m not going to make it to pick up Alex from dance. Can you grab her? I’m stuck in Pasadena picking up Brooke. 

She saved the day, grabbing my youngest and bringing her home. We had arrived home at about the same time.  I gave my youngest a quick squeeze and then turned to give my mama a “you totally saved me today” gi-normous hug.

“Oh honey, I love your hair, ” my mom gushed. Continue reading

Mom, what’s wrong with the bunny?

“Mom, what’s wrong with the bunny”….

One of my favorite stories from my crazy childhood. By the time my youngest sister joined our family life was already in full swing. As if five children was not enough madness my parents bought us bunnies one Easter, which us three older girls were delighted to baby.

So when my very active- like bounce off the walls active- brother “accidentally” killed my sister’s bunny while she was at school…. Continue reading

To my sister who is empty

I know I said I would share Musaed’s story on my next post, but I lied. Okay, I didn’t really lie. I started it and am working on it, but I need to write this first.

I was at the gym this morning, a wonderful place to be after having four straight days with my little team. I love them, like crazy love them, but don’t we all need breaks, dear sisters? And I, was in desperate need of a little sweaty time where I could just  stick on my music and not think. No thinking, just sweating. Continue reading