Tribulation is Treasure
Like many others who have lost children, I changed most in my thinking about what matters.
Resolved to Heal?
The word ‘heal’ comes from the Old English word hælan, to make hale, whole, or free from infirmity. Among traditional therapists and counselors, it is a favorite word that means next to nothing when applied to the aftermath of losing one’s beloved.
Her Dying Time | 3
We didn’t tell our daughter that her hospitalizations were futile and would eventually end in complete renal failure and death. How can you tell your child such a thing? We didn’t even believe it ourselves, yet.
Her Dying Time | 2
I knew in that moment, in the core of my being, that Olivia was going to die, and I sat in my car in the parking garage of the hospital that had become so familiar to us, and I cried and cried and cried.
Her Dying Time | 1
Eight years ago today, my daughter was dying. We didn’t know when she would die or how long it would take, but we knew she was dying. The first week or so of August has been bittersweet since then, heralding the end of summer, the anniversary of one child’s adoption, the birthdays of our twins,…
Mercy Triumphs Over Judgment
We would much rather judge one another than love one another. How unlike my heavenly Father I am when I give myself the right to judge you.
We never assume, “Today will be the last day of my life.” When my husband leaves in the morning, I never think, “I won’t see him alive again. Later tonight, I’ll have to go identify his body.” We do not drive to work in the morning thinking to ourselves, “Tonight I’ll accidentally kill someone.”
Dust You Are
I like Lent. It is one of my favorite parts of the liturgical year. I drape our altar with purple cloth and I light candles under my icons of John the Baptist and the Virgin Mary. I look at John the Baptist with his head on that platter, and I smile to him (as Thich…