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Category: grief

  • Jesus Understands

    No, Jesus probably didn’t experience the exact set of symptoms we struggle with, but He understands our experience in one profound way that encompasses any and everything we will ever endure. Fully God yet fully man; Jesus was constantly suspended in the tension of a Spirit that knows unbounded freedom, and of humanity that only…

  • The Cradle and Cross

    Jesus showed us that grief and sorrow can coexist with joy, celebration, baby giggles and hysterical laughter.

  • So this is Christmas…

    “So this is Christmas, and what have you done, another year over, and a new one just begun…” (John Lennon) And just like that, Christmas is here again… this year went by frighteningly fast! The festive trees, twinkling lights, carols and good cheer make this season pretty magical, but with the familiar sights and sounds…

  • Happy Father’s Day

    When I was a kid, the things I looked forward to most each year (besides Christmas, obviously) were a. Decorating my birthday cupcakes to bring into my class at school b. Decorating my Dad’s birthday cake…always chocolate! And c. Helping my mom make a vat of strawberry shortcake for our Father’s Day cookouts, amongst many…

  • On Mountains High, In Valleys Low

    I was reading the passage about Peter’s denial with the backdrop of the triumphant entry on Palm Sunday, followed soon after by the crucifixion. I was struck by the highs and lows in this story. When we step into something we believe is Gods will and calling and everything goes right…it’s easy to praise and…

  • Beauty Out of Ashes

    Two years ago on Memorial Day weekend, I had an ischemic stroke from brainstem compression due to instability at my craniocervical junction. My dad flew to my house, helped me finish one last job for a client, and then flew me and Spritz up to Massachusetts for what was to become the most challenging 6…

  • Doubt

    One day as I sat by my dads bed, longing for the end to his struggle with a body that was wasting away, yet clinging to his hand that still felt as it always had…I was deeply conflicted over how to pray. Shortly after I got a poem prompt from Jennifer Camp on the topic…