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.
My heart is hurting tonight. My heart is healing tonight. Can both of these take place at the same time?
I ask that you indulge me in a digression for the moment, for I need to explain how I arrived at this crossroads. Continue reading
So, I took my girls hiking yesterday. It was glorious… not just the view, but the fact that my two girls (10 and 13) passed four adults who had to stop and take a break because this was a killer incline. Girls, you know your mama will love you no matter what, but can I just tell you how proud I am of you that you knocked the snot out of this trail. (wiping the imaginary tear)… so proud. Continue reading
I am pretty sure that I am part reptilian. I’m totally serious. I am.
A turtle to be exact. Yep… totally turtle.
Okay, maybe not fully turtle, but I do have one very specific trait that makes me think I might have some turtle in my blood.
When I’m struggling… when I dread moving through a situation- a holiday- I turtle. Continue reading
This post was from a year ago… it just popped up on my Facebook page and I can honestly say, dear sisters, that it speaks to me even more now.
Yep… I said to myself, as I finished reading the passage below, I couldn’t agree more.
It’s a funny things when your words from the past sooth your heart as if written by someone else. I suppose that is when we realize, dear sisters, that they were His thoughts and not just our own. May this post comfort your heart today.
My divorce was final in January 2011.
My biggest fear at that time was that I would have to wait. I was in so much pain that I just wanted to find something- someone- who was good. A fit. Just for me.
I used to beg God, Can you just let me know how long it’s going to be, so I can prepare myself. I mean, if I am going to be sixty, I am okay with that, I just need to know. Yeah, right. As if I would really be okay with being alone until I was sixty. Sometimes we just want to know. It’s the not knowing- the unknown- that is so terribly difficult. Continue reading
I have the privilege of sitting with a group of women. We meet every week. We talk about a simple story or truth from the bible, but mostly we support one another.
We cry. We give others space to cry.
We laugh. We give others the freedom to laugh.
We leave room to hear and be heard.
But, this week was special…. Continue reading
Sitting with sacredness… that it was like sitting with the man who is on the right. I met him as he hopped on the MAF plane with us as we traveled from Kajjansi to Moyo. This wasn’t planned, but he happened to be in the area.
I am starting to think, dear sisters, God loves the unplanned…
the beauty in the unexpected. Continue reading