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All in Grief
More raw thoughts from the fog of grief. What do you do when the answers run out, the platitudes feel hollow, and you're left yelling at your phone and still talking to God? You keep writing. You keep healing.
When grief feels too heavy and faith starts to crack, love—real, raw, unshakeable love—becomes the only thing left to cling to. This is for anyone who’s been asking, "Where were you, God?"
IF blessings indeed flow according to God’s direction, what about the presence of pain and suffering in our lives?
Today marks the first anniversary of my mother's death. I have dreaded this day. Not near as much as the day I buried her, but I have dreaded it. To get through it, I decided to write her a letter. Dear Mom....
I keep dreaming about my mom. It is so strange. I am not in a fog or depression, but I do keep dreaming about her and that does make my mornings a little tougher. I have to process the dream and cry a little.
It's Thanksgiving...do you find yourself in the "firsts" club like me?
