In a social media exchange this week, I was challenged by a gun legislation proponent with this, continue here
Posts tagged ‘grief’
October comes and goes, the weather is brisk, and while I know it won’t get terribly cold in Texas, it does signal the beginning of the end of yet another year. And the years are flying by faster and faster.
Both my dad and I keep reading here
I’m serious. We put the entire puzzle together. Then we took it apart, and when we put it together again, it was gone. I looked everywhere. In the continue here
What is grief? To paraphrase Webster, it is intense mental anguish, deep remorse, acute sorrow, or simply – to hurt. We think of grief as what we experience when a loved one dies, however, grief could very well be the response to a multitude of circumstances.
The Apostle Paul wrote to the Thessalonians about how to grieve over a physical death… “Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope.” (1 Thessalonians 4:13NIV) – Christians grieve death with hope that we will see our loved ones again in heaven, and this hope is based on the resurrection of Jesus Christ.
Moreover, I think this same logic, instruction if you will, applies to all of our grief. Are you grieving? Is your soul in anguish? Do you lie awake at night? Does remorse flood your soul? Is there sorrow continue here
It started with a single video, and not a one of us wanted to believe what we were seeing and hearing. Then, one after another, more videos were released and truth hit us squarely right between the eyes.
I’ve never had an abortion, so I can’t speak for the women who have; however, I can speak to Christians who are called to be like Jesus. We must open our hearts, arms, and lives to the men and women who need to be loved, restored, and supported. We must not break their bruised souls. We must not snuff out the smoldering embers of their faith.
Yes, my heart breaks for the continue here
Every time I visit mom I look for dad. I know he isn’t there, but I can’t help it, I look for him everywhere.
I used to find him in his empty chair because no one else sat in it. Other people sit in his chair now; he isn’t there.
I used to find him in his closet. I’d bury my face in his clothes and breathe deeply.
There are still a few things that belong to him, but they no longer smell like him. Or not like I remember him. He’s continue here