A life detour can take us into exile, but there are unexpected gifts in that foreign land. And, as all of us carrying both the pain of displacement and the gifts of the journey know: He never sends us anywhere alone.
Dad would have turned 90 this month. When he passed in the summer of 2020, we had no idea we had just weeks left with Mom, too. Cancer took Dad and we saw it coming, but the end of home as I knew it came way too fast and I felt robbed.
Quick healing can feel like a miracle, but slow has a unique power to transform so many parts of us. Whether it’s grief, or trauma, or physical injury, slow is how we were designed to heal—and bond.
One late winter day, I convinced my dad in a moment of weakness that I needed to drive my handed-down…
I don’t know about you, friend, but over here, it’s been a month. One I am still trying to understand,…
We are now eight months post-tornado, and with all the leaves gone and the winter colorlessness of the landscape taking…
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