And I’m learning that to sit with grief (which is sometimes seemingly out of the reach of hope or any warm sentiments) is to honor our capacity to love. At some point the chest hurt eases but I’m not grabbing for that moment.
Is the underlying assumption from my questioner that grief isn’t just about someone dying but wondering about where they’ll end up in the end?
I needed to be alone–it was all too much and just so strange.
all the frustrations I’ve ever faced don’t seem to compare to the emotional pain I’m currently in as I think about my friend, now dead, and the hundreds of women she ministered to in the dorm that I must now face for the next five days. sadly, I know what it’s like to have death […]
Matthew, I know you can’t hear me but I guess part of me still grieves and all of me would love it if you’d walk through the door again. The last time I saw you was almost a year ago now. A Wednesday night. You told me to go home. I said see you tomorrow. […]
i’m not unique and i’m not exactly jumping over the moon. yay. 3 cheers. i have an iphone. and upon receipt of my latest gadget/upgrade, i proceeded to complete what i should have completed weeks ago…transfer all my contacts to my laptop. i didn’t upgrade from one smart phone to another but from a rather […]
No? Is God mean? To say that He would say “no” sounds so harsh and lacks all the warm fuzziness we’ve often associated with divine Jesus love. To say that God would actually tell me that He won’t fix my eye, and to allow for the inference that there are some things God doesn’t fix […]