Gratitude Holds Hands With Grief

Good morning... Mary, my soulmate from Charlotte, N.C. whom I have never met, wrote to me from the beach yesterday. Her words are perfect and poignant. ****** My life is Blessed…But My Son Is Dead?!?! How can it be? I am taking in the majesty of God’s Kingdom at the beach in the winter…the ocean with it’s vastness, rolling [...]

By |2018-01-18T04:20:57-05:00January 18th, 2018|Death And Resurrection, Gratitude, Grief, Trust God|

Tiptoeing On Broken Glass

Good morning... I knew exactly what she meant: "I feel like I am tiptoeing on broken glass." When life shatters into shards, we tread tenderly with loved ones, fearing their pain, fearing ours, fearing bare and bloodied feet. Vulnerably inching into grief, the only way through is through. Sometimes shoes are necessary. Sometimes they are not. I knew exactly [...]

By |2018-01-15T21:52:48-05:00January 16th, 2018|Family and Friends, Grief, Pain, Trust God|

Heaven Is Better Than Hawaii

Good morning... Throughout this Christmas season, a small group of us have been praying for a boy with cancer named Messiah. "My Make A Wish child, Messiah, passed away this morning," our friend texted us midday, completely brokenhearted. "We didn't have time to fulfill his wish of going to Hawaii. Life is so short and precious." "I'm so sorry, [...]

By |2018-01-02T23:25:12-05:00January 2nd, 2018|Death And Resurrection, God's Plan, Grief, Prayer|

The Gift Of A God-Glitch

Good morning... Today, on December 12th, there is no reason my inbox should open to October 12th, but that glitch just happened. So I click again on a life-changing announcement. ****** Celebrating Beth Jordan Journal entry by Greg Jordan — 10/12/2017 Beth passed away peacefully last night after living eight courageous and inspiring years with brain cancer. Beth was an [...]

By |2017-12-12T03:25:19-05:00December 12th, 2017|Death And Resurrection, Gratitude, Grief|

Grief Is Love With Nowhere To Go

Good morning... "Grief is just love with nowhere to go," lingers a line from his recent funeral. When we are face to face, we can show love. We can share love. We can express love. We can receive love. We can shower love. We can speak love. We can exchange love. We can hear love. We can touch love. [...]

By |2017-11-29T20:11:41-05:00November 30th, 2017|God's Love, Grief, Joy|

Surviving Grief’s Riptide

Good morning... When caught in grief's riptide, how do we survive? Rip currents are powerful, channeled currents flowing us away from the safety of the shore. To learn about surviving grief, I google "What to do when caught in a riptide." Here are the eight top tips one article teaches. Watch the waves. Remain alert for storms brewing on [...]

By |2017-11-28T16:06:59-05:00November 29th, 2017|God's Timing, Grief, Trust God|

An Unhappy Holiday

Good morning... Mary, a subscriber I have never met, wrote me again to share her process of grief following the sudden death of her son eighteen months ago. "Hi Sue, I loved reading Mosquitos In Our Mind the other day and really needed it! It was so beautifully written yet simple AND powerful! I say a lot of “breath [...]

By |2017-12-05T18:52:42-05:00November 28th, 2017|Grief, Prayer|

God’s Magnetic Pull Forward

Good Morning... His emaciated body was loudly struggling for each breath. As I curled up beside him in bed, I rested my hand on his boney back and whispered in his ear, "You're doing a great job getting yourself to heaven. You're almost there. In just a little while, you'll be welcomed home." The next day he passed over [...]

By |2017-11-09T10:47:56-05:00November 9th, 2017|Grief, Letting Go|

When Our Dream Life Ends

Good morning... "My dream life ended a year ago today," admits my old journal from 6.10.04. "I have been empty ever since. I've read and said, "The Kingdom of God is within me." I've read and said, "The Holy Spirit lives in my heart." I've read and said, "Faith holds experiential water." But right now I'm leaking all over. Tears drench my pillow. And [...]

By |2017-11-03T08:00:37-04:00November 1st, 2017|Grief, Pain|
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