From four years ago. Still true today.
"Feeling anger is not sin. It is not wrong. But it is also not helpful for me. I could park myself there and go about life filled with anger, which would result in my being hateful and hurtful to others." Read more [...]
Today I am sharing a post about hope. It is not mine. But it could be my story...or yours. Under Reconstruction is an amazing and encouraging blog. You might want to follow it. I do.
Karen writes honestly about her battle with depression in a way that gives hope to all of us who have struggled with it. And hope is the subject of an article she published earlier this week. You should read it. All of it.
Here is just a taste of what she says:
Hope, as it turns out, is as misunderstood as love. Like Read more [...]
How many children do you have?
That's a question we all get asked. For families who have lost a child, it can be a hard question to answer. I wrote about my answer last summer. You can read it by clicking on the link above. It's a long article, but one I pray you find helpful.
I have seven. Seven amazing children. One of them lives in heaven. Where do your children live?
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This blog started about a month after The Accident as a way to let friends and family know how I was doing in the weeks after our son's death. It soon became an outlet for my thoughts on grief, life, and my faith. Before long, readers commented about how my writing helped them in their own grief. It has morphed into something much bigger than I ever imagined.
My prayer has remained the same: I pray that my words honor my family, glorify God, and help others heal.
The Day My Life Changed Forever: Read more [...]
I need to remember this every single day.
I am not responsible for:
Anyone else's happiness.
Anyone else's recovery.
Anyone else's behavior, choices, or mental health.
Anyone else's financial well-being, living conditions, or eating habits.
Anyone else's spiritual condition.
I AM responsible for:
My mental health
My financial well-being
My living conditions
My eating habits
My spiritual condition
I Read more [...]
"Why can't you admit you were wrong?"
Maybe because I wasn't.
Just because someone else thinks I was wrong doesn't mean I was wrong. They see it one way, I saw it another. I made decisions at the time; they have the advantage of hindsight.I may do what I believe right and yet another person believe it to be the wrong way to do things. I can be sorry they were hurt. I can wish things turned out differently. But does that mean I was wrong in the first place?
Do I have something to apologize for Read more [...]
In my post about fears & anxiety I mentioned some coping techniques that I use. These include taking steps ahead of time to lessen fear & anxiety, deep breathing, thinking through the event and self talk. When writing about things that help me work through fear and anxiety, I left out that I memorized many scriptures on anxiety and fear as well as passages that mention having a sound mind. I try to take time each day to mentally recite scripture passages to help me set my mind Read more [...]
Why not invite another family over for an afternoon of watching football or playing games? You know you have lots of leftovers. And there is always room for a few more folks in the living room.
For a grieving family, the time after all the presents are opened and the turkey is sliced can be hard. The quiet. The stillness. It makes us acutely aware that our loved one is not here.
So help that family start a new tradition! A tradition of noisy games and leftovers with friends! Order pizza if Read more [...]
Yesterday started out bad! By accident, one of my Nativity sets got broken. Or rather, baby Jesus got broken. He fell into the disposal. While it was on. Yes, I probably should not have that set displayed on the window sill above the sink. But I did. And baby Jesus did fall in while the disposal was on. It was bad.
Then it got ugly. I got upset. I posted on FB that I was upset. I told what happened without naming names. But it hurt my daughter's feelings. I did not mean to, but I embarrassed Read more [...]