Anytime a loved one dies, there always seems to be a multitude of “lasts” that are grieved. In the case of my husband, I’ve rehearsed the “lasts” more times than I can count…the last time I heard his voice, the last time I felt his lips on mine, the last time we sat beside each…
First of all, thank you so much for all of your prayers, kind words, emails, Facebook messages, Tweets, and blog comments – especially after my last post, The S Word. Yes, it was probably one of the most transparent blogs I’ve ever written. I had no idea what to expect when I wrote of the…
In the weeks following my husband’s death earlier this month, I’ve been blessed by having my house cleaned twice by other people. What a precious gift it was not to have to focus on something as mundane, yet as important, as house cleaning. It seems that even something that simple can take a toll on…
I’ve been in prison. No…not the literal type with the metal bars and barbed wire fencing. But, I’ve been in prison nonetheless. Not only have I been in prison, but I’ve been in shackles too. Barely able to move… My prison has been my home filled with pictures, smells, reminders of my sweet Chris who…
Monday night was probably the hardest night I’ve had since the first week following Chris’ death. And, interestingly, it followed one of the better days I’ve had in recent weeks. I started a new job Monday with an organization that I greatly admire. It’s actually a result of years of prayer and fasting…and the journey…
How are you doing? A question I hear most often these days. Sadly, I don’t know how to answer it…or, at least I don’t know how to answer it in ways that won’t send my questioner reeling with feelings of dread for even having asked the question to begin with. Generally, I respond with something…
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