It’s interesting that this weekend I swam in caves. Full of joy. Knowing now how true the words that form Ecclesiastes 3:11 are. Even though I wasn’t sure then. He makes everything beautiful in His time. After Shawna died, I took a break from my Bible. I gave myself the month of December to grieve,...
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I’ve been thinking a lot about habits recently. Habitual ways of thinking. Habitual ways of living. Moving along through the days on auto pilot. Not stopping to think. Just… doing. And I started praying a couple weeks ago, fearful of the habits I’m creating now that will follow me later. So aware of the fact...
I feel like I’m jumping into the middle of a conversation. One about grief and sorrow. And healing. And hope. Lots and lots of hope. Hope when you don’t feel it. Hope when you don’t want it. Hope when you don’t actively cling to it. It clings to you. I was looking back in my journal...
It’s cold today. The kind of cold where the sun shines in a false warmth outside the window and a sneaky frigid air greets your lungs at the door. The kind of cold that nearly suffocated me last winter. There’s something about breathing in deep when sorrow squeezes tight. Fresh air in. Heart ache out....
This month marks the 50th anniversary of the John F. Kennedy assassination. With that comes an onslaught of people remembering. Vividly picturing where they were. What they were doing. And how life was forever changed. We were locked into a show on National Geographic that created a meticulous recapping of the event. Play by play...
this is a beautiful post. i lost my father to cancer in october 2012 and i still find myself in the weeping and healing process. there are days when i can feel god’s love fill me up and i find peace – but then are days i feel hurt, betrayed and unloved. it’s all a refining process and i know one day i will find joy again.
thank you for sharing.
I lost my angel daugther (33) in March this year after 2 months very ill. 7 months later the pain is not less. the days before she was too ill and could still talk to me she told me over and over again: mommy you MUST love Jesus more than me. During the last few days I suddenly realise the real truth about that!! my life was so built around her, such an angel…allways full of joy and happiness in spite of her own pain, that the loss of her in my life is too much to bear. feel if there’s nothing meaningfull left in this life for me. therefore I pray that the Lord will lift me out of this sorrow and pain and give me joy again