Tag: #Abandoned
I Became Inconvenient
After the initial shock of my son’s death, I became inconvenient. Elizabeth Kubler Ross finds acclaim for writing the most important book for caring for the dying, On Death and Dying. In her well researched book, she describes the 5 stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. She is both right and wrong. If I were caring for the dying understanding these … Read More I Became Inconvenient
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She’s not one of us
Getting off the school bus, she was sure to walk a few steps behind the group of pretty girls, not wanting them to notice her. “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words kill.” She knew her place. As she crossed over to the other side of the tracks, she wondered what it would be like to own a new dress with … Read More She’s not one of us
The evil in us
The school shooting demonstrates how broken this world is. Although, at times in human history, we have been able to restrain man’s evil heart by cultural means, however, sin remained. Women were less than men. Racism in all its evil pride lurks in our hearts and institutions. Sure, the Greatest Generation sounds great on paper for some. We didn’t have mass murders in schools, … Read More The evil in us
Does God love me?
When Kai died, the trauma of loss and grief overwhelmed me in torrents of pain and sadness. At times the pain grew so intense, it left me gasping for breath. I was drowning in sorrow. How could a God who says He loves me, let me go through this? Isn’t He all powerful? Isn’t He good? There’s no darkness in Him, right? My pain … Read More Does God love me?
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Unloved
Grief GOT HARD! So I stopped blogging for what… 3/4 years. I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about starting again for a long time now. This journey of healing has been crazy. I will blog about the deep grief and recovery later, but in honor of Valentine’s Day, I’ve worked on a piece titled Unloved. Unloved From my earliest memories, I felt unloved. I … Read More Unloved
Darkness
In the middle of darkness my hope remains. I have come to identify with Noah. Imagine what the atmosphere was like to wake up day after day in the ark, a giant coffin covered in black tar floating on the waves of a world wide flood with no land or sun in sight. Bone deep darkness. Imagine the fierce storm with thunder, lightning, and … Read More Darkness