Many voices speak of hope in the unseen, comfort in the broken places, and light in the piercing dark. Today my Story Sessions friend, Leigha, is talking about friendship, loss, and pressing in to grief. If your heart is weary, may you be encouraged as you read her words. They are powerful testimony on the resilience of the human spirit, and I am honored to share her healing words in this space.
The week before I moved to Montreal to start grad school, I took a road trip. I called in sick to work, packed a bag, and I drove for 6 hours. For 6 hours I conjured up the cool feel of granite beneath my fingertips. For 6 hours I practiced tracing all 22 letters of her name. It had been 3 months and 4 days since I had made the same trek to say goodbye to Victoria. Continue reading Pressing in to Grief→
It was rather unexpected. He could have and should have died so many times before from major life-threatening surgeries, but he didn’t die. God’s grace, I know.
When my father left this world in 2008, I thought a part of me went with him. Though he would have never have been nominated for a father of the year award, he certainly was still a good influence in my life. In a way, my dad dared me to dream. He never laughed at me. He supported me. That support launched me into being on my own in a big city far from home. That belief in me was more foundational than I realized. The journey to the big city, Ft. Worth, Texas, was a catalyst for unraveling and unbecoming. I knew my father believed in me. I never realized how powerful his belief in me was until after his untimely death. Continue reading An Unexpected Death→
35 But someone may ask, “How will the dead be raised? What kind of bodies will they have?” 36 What a foolish question! When you put a seed into the ground, it doesn’t grow into a plant unless it dies first. 37 And what you put in the ground is not the plant that will grow, but only a bare seed of wheat or whatever you are planting. 38 Then God gives it the new body he wants it to have. A different plant grows from each kind of seed. 1 Corinthians 15
I’ve been reading the bible all my life, and how did I miss this ?!? In God’s own time he reveals what we are to know at just the right time we are meant to know it. For me that day is today.
Of looking into another’s lane. Bad move. I lost my footing. Lost my ground. Got turned around. I made the mistake – one so very fatal – comparison. It can strike at any time while on the journey to your dream. Perhaps that’s what need to happen to us sometimes to help us catch hold of our God and His vision for us – the one we keep thinking is too big to pursue. But, it is worth it. I’m preaching to the choir here because I find myself in unchartered territories. Nothing here is making any near or remote kind of sense. It is out of the galaxy of my mind. Here, there, and everywhere are dreams bursting and making difference. And here I am…silent. Wondering, waiting, talking myself down from the ledge of success. The dream is bigger than me. The burgeoning reality of the dream is frightful. How can it be pursued if I know not its direction? Is this that moment to take it and make it fly? Is this the time to risk?