Remembering can generate both pain and power. August is the month of my youngest son’s birthday. If you’re new to my blog, the son I reference died by suicide in 2007. He was 21, I can’t imagine him any older than that.
This writing is a repost from my earliest days of blogging. The lesson dovetails well with the theme in my last post Greatly Blessed. Walking the Beach I walked the beach enjoying moments of spiritual solitude and inner peace. Rhythmic waves crashed upon the shore. The powerful ocean waves deposited shells and I began toContinue reading “Polished Shells”
A woman recently asked me, “How do you remain joyful?” A similar question or remark often follows people learning of my story. For new readers, I’m a survivor of two suicides—my son and then later my husband. My response to the question is always, “By sheer faith, it is not of myself. Christ alone helpedContinue reading “Greatly Blessed”
September is National Suicide Prevention Month. I have an all too intimate knowledge and experience with suicide. It has left behind an ugly trauma that rears a hideous head from time to time, attempting to erase life and suck away joy. As a therapeutic exercise for myself, I wrote the bulk of the post youContinue reading “Suicide. . . Grief, Healing, and Hope”
I have been gone from the blog presence on an unplanned hiatus. Life slammed my emotions, mental health, finances, and my body. Hmmm… doesn’t that sound a bit like Job? Comparatively, my circumstances are not that drastic. Nor have I been thrown in a den of lions like Daniel, sold into slavery like Joseph, beatenContinue reading “Not Crushed”
“There is an occasion for everything, and a time for every activity under heaven: a time to give birth and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to uproot; a time to kill and a time to heal; a time to tear down and a time to build; a time toContinue reading “Storms of Life”