Blessed are you who have reached a new age—even if it doesn’t seem to fit. It may feel too big. Too reductive. Too limiting.It may be marked by a life you barely recognize. The kids who have all moved out or settled somewhere far away.Or they have never left and you’re wondering if you’ll ever get…
Blessed are the noticers. The ones who see the story in its fullness. Blessed are the attend-ers. The witness-bearers. The story-holders. The ones who tiptoe to the edge right alongside us, knowing that the very act will break their heart in pieces too. Blessed are those who are amazed by a life lived in its…
The last time anyone let me say it– tears in my eyes, straight from the heart –I was a child. Didn’t anyone tell you?Life isn’t fair. So I swallow it up. But God, without hearing you say it –“My love, this isn’t fair” –I am heartsick. I ate this sadness and it became embarrassment;I ate…
Blessed are you standing among the ruins of a faith that once felt so sturdy,now turned to dust under your feet. The certainty you once had, gone. The community you loved, dissipated.The hope you held dear, hard to find. Instead, what’s taken up residence is the very stuff that seems counter to what you imagined:Disappointment. Doubt. Disillusionment. Despair. In…
Blessed are you who say:This did not add up. I had hoped these choices I made, the life I tried so hard to pick,would add up to somethingMeaningful. But now I’m left without many choices at all. Left wondering… did I pick right? Did I waste my days? What should I have done differently? This limited life is what…
God, I’m fumbling around for answers, reasons, meaning. I can’t find any purpose in this pain.Why me?Why them?Why now? I don’t know when this is going to get better. Or if I will ever feel relief. Blessed are we who need to be remindedthat there are some things we can fix…and some things we can’t. Blessed are…
Oh God, the calendar tells me a big day is comingand this is the first one in this new reality.I don’t know how to get through it. Show me what to do withthe memories, the traditions,the pain, and the excruciating beautyof all that was. Blessed are we who come to you, oh God,in the midst…
God, the very people who are supposed tolove me and know me best have let me down. I don’t know if I’ll be able to find a way forward. I’m losing my sense of homeand the reality of it fills me with a kind of fear.However big, however small,this pain feels unforgivable. I know they’re…
This world. Impossible. Unthinkable. We are brought to our knees. God, today, there is no true north.And when I last checked, the sun did not rise at all. Today, the innocent still suffer,teachers still risk their lives,families still grieve. A world has ended without any reasonable fanfare. And we are sold the fantasy that nothing can be done. Help us to know…
Blessed are you in the tiredness, the beauty of your grief,where half-closed eyes can better hold and rememberall that is somehow good. No contradiction here, no either/or,just two truths we wouldn’t otherwise have seen,let alone wanted to embrace.Blessed are you, settling yourself therein the space of yes/and,where all that is true can be welcomednot because…
Today we are drawn into remembrance. The complexity of love and loss both warms our hearts and chills our bones. Invisible connections are revealed just as the light of the sun illuminates the lines of a web, we see that our lives are connected to those who are no longer here. Blessed are we who…
Blessed are you, who feel the wound of fresh loss. or of the loss… no matter how fresh… that still makes your voice crack all these years later. You who are stuck in the impossibility. Frozen in disbelief. How can this be? It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Blessed are you, fumbling around for…
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