I learned never to underestimate the power of being quiet while sitting with someone in pain.
Category: grief
Sad Strength
She was weary, yet she radiated a particular strength I’ve seen in women like her—mothers who had lost a child and experienced crippling grief yet somehow managed not just to endure but come back with ferocious energy, determined to make the world better.
I Needed to Help Someone
"I don't want to leave him alone," she said... "He has autism."
Who Do We Tell?
It’s interesting what we will blurt out to strangers.
Conflict with Daddy
He often said... that I was much weaker than him. I wasn’t strong enough to work as hard as he did. I couldn’t stand up to pressure like he could. And I believed it.
It Was Nice to Meet You
I try to hold onto the moment and make it count. But I can't slow it down
The Good and Faithful Servant
He eased her to the ground, held her head in his lap, and asked for someone to call an ambulance. Then he spoke quietly to soothe the woman until help arrived.
Grief and Ice Cream
My eyes filled up and I wanted to sob, but I realized I was supposed to be the helper, so I swallowed back the feelings and went to work.
Connecting
I learned that the most powerful thing to happen in the pulpit does not come from eloquence or charisma, but from connecting with the people and feeling what they feel.
Step Into the Storm
Every time I sit down to write, my anxieties flood through my mind and make it hard to concentrate. I've been meditating a bit before I start, and I decided to write down my thoughts: Step Into the Storm It roars Square your shouldersLet it blow Breathe Move forward Step into it The debris collides with you … Continue reading Step Into the Storm
Deep Calls 