A Sacred Shift

Good morning... The scheduled speaker reached out to me, asking if I would be a part of Tuesday's Lovett Moms in Prayer gathering, a group Julie Harlan had helped to facilitate weekly since her oldest son was in kindergarten. She emailed: "It should be a morning of celebrating our sweet Julie with prayer and you were so close to [...]

By |2018-06-15T08:46:14-04:00April 7th, 2017|Family and Friends, Grief, Prayer|

Feeling Life Live On

Good morning... "Telling my boys that their mom had gone to heaven Sunday was the hardest thing I've ever had to do in this life," wrote Chad on Julie's Caring Bridge page yesterday, "but they, like me, cling to the peace and comfort that they will see their mom again and get to be reunited with her in heaven. [...]

By |2018-06-15T08:58:43-04:00April 5th, 2017|Death And Resurrection, Grief, Heaven On Earth|

When We Choose To Love

Good morning... My friend's daughter fell in love and is planning a June wedding. I was drawn to a strange mother-of-the-bride gift. A small hardback book about a missing cat (my friend loves cats), the death of a mother (my friend misses her beloved mom), and what wisdom we learn from seasons of loss. As she prepares for her [...]

By |2018-06-15T11:00:16-04:00March 20th, 2017|Grief, Love, Pain|

The Inconsolable Stage Of Grief

Good morning... He and his wife watched Manchester by the Sea and they found themselves discussing it at length that night and into the next day. Later, he wrote me: "For some reason I'm reminded of a poem by W. H. Auden that so stunningly expresses the terrible stage of grief where one is inconsolable. It's Funeral Blues, which [...]

By |2018-06-15T12:01:28-04:00March 12th, 2017|Grief, Healing, Letting Go|

We Keep Everything That Matters

Good morning... She read aloud another favorite quote: "And then it felt as though these thoughts came across to me in a prayer: 'Walk on with empty hands, because I have so much more to give you in the future, and you can't receive it if your hands are full. Don't be afraid that in letting go you are [...]

By |2018-06-15T12:36:50-04:00March 7th, 2017|Grief, Letting Go, Light In Darkness|

Grief’s Messy Mutations

Good morning... A mutation is a a sudden departure from the parent type, the act or process of changing, an alteration in form or nature. A variation or evolution. A modification or transformation. Grief forces a sudden departure from the "parent type" of our old, cohesive normal. The messy process of change rudely interrupts our routine agenda. Our very [...]

By |2018-06-15T14:54:34-04:00February 15th, 2017|Authenticity, Grief, Trust God|

Grief’s Messy Mutations

In talking with grieving friends this week, I see so many variations in the way people respond to the messy mutant forms of missing. Some cry uncontrollably, others cannot shed a tear. Some isolate in a self-made cave, others feel compelled to remain regularly in touch. Some slow their pace to sense sorrow and joy intermixing, others avoid feeling [...]

By |2017-09-01T02:07:22-04:00February 15th, 2017|Grief|

Gratitude Loosens Grief

Good morning... Two emails came to me simultaneously. One simply said, 'GR8FUL,' indicating the single word one subscriber would put on her license plate. The other subscriber wrote, "I have found the grief to begin to loosen its grip on me as my gratitude catches up with the sadness. Eventually all I am left with is gratitude, love and [...]

By |2018-06-16T07:21:56-04:00December 15th, 2016|Gratitude, Grief, Healing|

Unresolved Grief

Good morning... "Is grief ever really resolved?" I wonder to myself. The lives of some loved ones have ended abruptly. Others have endured a long, harsh season of dying. All are deeply missed by those who live on. As I walk alongside many grieving people, I wonder, "Is grief ever really resolved?" 'Resolve' is an interesting verb. In Latin, [...]

By |2018-06-16T07:33:57-04:00December 13th, 2016|Grief, Healing|

Missing A Toddler Shoe

Good morning... Over Thanksgiving weekend, I took a private walk to the nearby horse farm with our puppy of eight months. As Tate and I circled around the familiar path, I came upon a woman sitting on a rock overlooking the river. As I said, "Hello," she looked up and I saw the tearful eyes of a friend I [...]

By |2018-06-16T08:48:02-04:00December 1st, 2016|Grief, Letting Go, Seasons|
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