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Our comfort in grief
I am currently reading through Job and it is a fresh read using the New Living Translation, which isn’t my normal translation. It’s helped me stay engaged. This reading is also helping me remember different places where I’ve heard teaching or sermons and this particular passage from Job 23 was one:
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Hey, Dad, it’s been a year
Hey, Dad. It’s been a year. This past week I’ve revisited every day of that week a year ago in my mind. I close my eyes and see the road driving to St. Louis or see the ICU when I first walked in to see you. I remember conversations. I remember looks we had when things were so hard and…
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Just wanting to see Jesus
An update on Tim Keller: Health Update: Today, Dad is being discharged from the hospital to receive hospice care at home. Over the past few days, he has asked us to pray with him often. He expressed many times through prayer his desire to go home to be with Jesus. His family is very sad because we all wanted more…
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Just grieve
Another mass shooting. Children’s lives lost. A community that is in mourning. Lord, we pray for those who have been devastated by this recent tragedy. We remember those who have lost their lives so suddenly. We hold in our hearts the families forever changed by grief and loss. Bring them consolation and comfort. Surround them with our prayers for strength.…
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Missing the first birthday
This will be the first birthday for my dad since his death. He would have been 84. We’ve gone through other firsts. First Father’s Day. First Christmas. The firsts are awful. There isn’t a guarantee they get better. This just first.
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The ones not with us
We remember the ones not with us in times and seasons like these. This will be my first Christmas without my dad. He passed away in May of this year. Those firsts are such a mixture for me. The first Father’s Day without him. Mom’s first birthday without him. This Christmas.
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The gift of grief
It’s the time of year in my Facebook memory feed where I see pictures from our oldest son’s wedding as they approach an anniversary. I had made the trip from Minnesota by driving to Kansas to get my parents and then go on to Alabama. So in the midst of the wedding pictures are the ones of my mom and…
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The long road of grief
As I reflect on the “last third” of my life, I also reflect on dying well. There are those we leave behind, and the grief to walk through is deep and long lasting. When I was in my 20s I served as a part time chaplain for hospice care. I came home most nights talking to my wife about death…
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Father’s Day without Dad
His is my first Father’s Day without Dad. It’s been a little over for weeks since his passing. Grief comes and goes. In and out like the tide. No phone call to him. No joking around. No smile to look at, but I do remember.
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Good grief
With my dad passing I have known grief would be my companion for a good while. Even before his passing I had a sense of grief’s presence. Still, I am not good at grief. I work to embrace this walk, but I stumble a lot.
Tag: Grief
