I love Easter, but the more I learn to appreciate and honor grief, I find I love Good Friday even more.
Sunday’s coming, but let’s stay in Friday.
Unexpected.
It's the text that comes in the middle of an elementary band concert and suddenly makes you remember all your sadness.
Parents in Texas, I grieve with you.
How do I live in the dichotomy of caring well for my people and protecting those I love while also caring about the world at large?
The Box
The thing about pain is that it doesn't go away when it's ignored. It gets hidden, stuffed away in a box at the very back of the heart's closet and for a while forgotten about. But it always finds its way out eventually.
Grief
Throughout my life, I've always connected with Jesus in joy. This year is different. This year, I connect with him in grief.
These Words of Mine 