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 have decided that when I get the chance to introduce you to someone I’m going to use this title… Sitting with sacred
because that’s what it is. Sacred. Beautiful. 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
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
Oh so much to say…
This trip has been remarkable. I have stories to tell. People met. Adventures had and yet…
this trip has something special about it. A sacredness. Continue reading