I usually had opinions and judgments about what’s going on or what has happened to me—that life isn’t fair, that things shouldn’t be happening, that I should be in a different place by now—and this is what leads to my suffering. My first instinct is to put up a fight. But I believe these kinds of challenges are brought to me so that I will grow from them no matter. Without these times, I would never learn how to find the flow of life. Give myself time – there’s no deadline. I

I have questions. I reach for you, for it, for the idea--knowing in reality you are not there. I want my soul to stop reaching.....grabbing air then Ah! I stagger because you are with me inside the ether of my heart. Aghast, I still want you here-now, not there-then. I don't like it. I don't want the nagging, pondering within me to continue, painfully aching the chasm of absence, reflectively reminiscent of "what if's," and "what could've or should've or would've been," becau

This is too much?? Again??!! Have you ever felt that? That's the weariness of grief. Jeremiah 31:25 explains a promise that a times seem to allude me: “For I have satiated the weary soul.” The word  weary  in Hebrew is  ayeph  which has the idea of  weariness  (big help), like a heavy  weight , it is a picture of  being thirsty and drinking your fill of water . It is also a picture of  leather straps  that have become so dried out that they are no longer flexible. You need t

In times of sadness, the psalmist expressive David was not ashamed to admit: "For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with...