My Next Chapter
I’ll be fine.
But this mantra is neither present
nor leaping forward nor a prayer.
It’s a lie.
Train Wrecks and Things (That Are Not Just Things)
So, to the onlookers who turn to stare and to those who step closer to comfort, remember this:
Meaning doesn’t make loss heavier for us.
It makes it real enough to respond to.
The Fabric of Grief: Living with Loss Without Losing Yourself
I Shall Not Be Moved
Great challenges gnaw at the shores of the riverbank. But those waters will not sweep me away.
My roots are deep.
They are strong.
On the Last Day
The Spirit in the Lights
When the sanctuary lights dimmed and small flames filled the space, I found the spirit in the lights: peace in the tree lights, comfort in the candlelight, and joy in the colorful glow of the circle window.
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