This Christmas we stayed home. Over four years ago, Caleb came home for the holidays and that was the last time we spent them here.…
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Category: Grief
Every day, I think about Caleb and mourn his absence. Some days it stabs me as if it were the day it happened. To go…
It’s not just erasing your current pain that makes words of comfort land so badly. There’s a hidden subtext in those statements about becoming a better, kinder, and
Lately I am noticing how much I now try to keep peace when people hurt me in my grief. I choose to avoid conflict than to let them know. I write about
I told Caleb, “Life isn’t fair,” at least once a week. Well, it felt like I said it more often than that, but probably less.…
Last Sunday while running the front of house audio for the second service, I looked at my arm as in the picture on this post.…
How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? How long must I wrestle with my thoughts…
Most Americans love a holiday, especially ‘the holidays’, Thanksgiving and Christmas. Some have family come over, some go see family, others take trips to a…
In the beginning, the pain is so fresh it permeates not just yourself, but everything around you. Now, after four years, it is old with…
Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd is the song my alarm clock most often plays. Whether or not it plays, the sentiment remains. Every…
