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.
I 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
Dear sisters, I have a favor to ask.
I am asking that you share the next post I write, for no other reason that the only way change occurs is for us to stand up and say, An injustice has occurred. This is wrong.
This is wrong… Continue reading
Oh dear mothers, I need your support here…
for only you can understand this debacle.