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Category: Grief

What to do the morning after…

What to do the morning after…

I cried myself to sleep last night. And then woke up this morning still carrying the crushing weight of grief and worry. It sits in my gut like an anvil. It makes my hands shake when I try to type and my eyes water over at a kind word or gesture. As I pulled the covers up over my shoulder last night I remembered the last time I had cried myself to sleep: when our son Tony was taken from…

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opening the box

opening the box

  I have this box on a shelf. It’s been there a while. It holds some feelings, dark and ugly feelings.  Packaged away and hidden high on a shelf, those feelings remained for a long time. Until they didn’t anymore. Until one day this spring as I’m chatting with my spiritual director about a recent event, and suddenly I am overwhelmed with emotion. “I don’t know what this is,” I cry. “I don’t know what is making me respond like…

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it happened to me

it happened to me

The last thing this world needs is another blog condemning gorilla mom, or a blog condemning gorilla mom’s condemners. (Because, honestly, my friend Rachel put it all to bed when she penned this amazing piece. Before anyone should call for a child to be taken into foster care, be careful to know that that means.) But I’ve been sitting on the sidelines since this thing exploded, watching hurtful words being thrown casually around, and doing my best to keep my…

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In the Middle of It All

In the Middle of It All

*This was originally posted on my personal blog. In the middle of it all, there He was. He wasn’t there to take it away. He wasn’t there to fix the problem. He wasn’t there to rescue. But God was there. He was there with gifts to remind me of His presence, of His care, of His deep love for me. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The day of TR’s accident we adopted a dog. We were people who swore for years and years that…

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My Heart and My Head

My Heart and My Head

*This post was originally posted on my personal blog. This little blog of mine, though often forgotten; though often full of fluff and fun and cute kid pictures and stories; though mostly light; has always been a sort of sanctuary for me. Whenever there has been a hard thing, this is the place where I turn when I can’t possibly pick up the phone or speak the details. When talking produces tears, but writing brings healing. Where friends and family…

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