Tag: grief
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Love that Salvages Faith in the Face of Tragedy
“The rain fell, the rivers rose, and the winds blew and pounded that house. Yet it didn’t collapse, because its foundation was on the rock. ” Matthew 7:25 Belief and unbelief wage an invisible war within me. Moment-to-moment tides of the battle move back and forth in a tug-of-war over my hope and my soul. I find…
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9 Ways to Care for the Grieving Parent
Child loss is an incredibly difficult burden, not only on the family but also on friends and family in any sort of proximity. The fear of doing or saying the wrong thing can paralyze you. You don’t want to do something to make the pain worse. How do you actually run toward the suffering?
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My Body’s Unanswered Plea
My body is confused why I would withhold the one thing that can make it feel better.
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Driving by the Dying
I sit perched in the windowsill of the hospital room watching the cars on the highway. My daughter and all of the machines that now uphold her life lay feet away from me. How many times did I drive by this place of healing and death not knowing it would hold the final moments of…
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The Scar of Suffering Love
Where is the salt that I may rub it into my wound and be scarred for life with remembrance of her.
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Psalm 88 Rewritten
You have swallowed me, Crushed me in darkness. There is no escape. Your silence confounds me; I cannot catch my breath before I’m pulled under again. Where is your outstretched hand?
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A Good Day for the Grieving Mother
Today was a “good” day. I seemed to hit my cues a little better in this dance routine I’ve been practicing between grief and joy.
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Labor Pains of Grief
After my water broke during labor with her sister, terror struck me as labor pains began to crush me without sight of relief. I had no choice but to go through the pain. I again feel the space that lies between a rock and a hard place. This is a crushing, pressing in, and squeezing…
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Embracing Heat and Heartache
My rounded belly had me laid out on the couch again watching three palm trees stand tall in the heat outside of our front window. It’s always so dreadfully hot in August and being pregnant didn’t do anything to help me out either. I remember how tired I was. My third pregnancy had left me…
A Mother's Lament 