I can see it now. They are sitting around together listening to their favorite teacher, mentor, friend. They are comfortable knowing He is there, He has the answers. They aren’t always sure what He’s doing or what He’s talking about, but He is a capable leader, one to be trusted, He has led them …
As time wears on it becomes more and more real. I think I’ve been saying that for six weeks now. And yet, I still can’t look it full in the face. When we took care of him for eight days after January 18, he was still there, with us. We chose the funeral home we …
I have tried to limit the requirements I make of myself in this grieving process. A few weeks into it, after Jason had gone back to Bolivia, we were talking about how we were handling our emotions, and what we thought we would do in the future. We are believers in Christ so there …
I plan to read two books on grieving. “I Didn’t Know What to Say” by David Knapp was given to my mom. And a friend recommended “Grieving Forward” and has a copy for me. But researching grief or discussing the grieving process in meetings with others feels too blunt, too honest for my …
When I wrote about Easter Sunday, I didn’t intend to write about the second half of the day. I can’t go so far as to say I see the goodness peeking out of the horror of this journey, but I can say if you’re in a wreck, get bashed in the head, and blood …
On Saturday March 31st, I was at work when I realized I didn’t think I could go through with Easter Sunday. Everything concerning graves, death, miracles, Heaven–it’s all a source of mixed pain. Where was our miracle? We asked fervently, and more than two or three asked with us. We spent four weeks and five …
In the first couple days after January 18, 2018, I thought “I am like a 6-year-old again. My dad is not here, and I am looking for him everywhere I go.” Just before I turned 7 my brother and I started attending a boarding school in the middle of the Bolivian semi-desert. Several days after …
I’ve been posting random thoughts on Facebook for years now. They usually come to me after bedtime, and I know they have to be written immediately or be lost. It’s a helter-skelter way of writing. It’s like setting a two year old loose on a batter laden beater. It’s not going to be perfectly cleaned …
