“We realize it’s not about what we get out of our marriage but about what we become in our marriage.” Gary Thomas, Sacred Marriage A year after we were married, Rob wrote a piece for MarriageTrac about our rocky adjustment to wedded life. He and I were both independent and more than a little stubborn;Continue reading “No One Told Me Marriage Was Like This”
Author Archives: Clarissa Moll
Poetry Friday: “Club Sorrow”
Grief can be such an isolating experience. I talk to so many people who feel ostracized from their social networks after the death of a loved one. It is challenging to navigate relationships with a heavy burden of sorrow, and many bereaved people feel abandoned by those they considered close friends. They find that theirContinue reading “Poetry Friday: “Club Sorrow””
The Love That Remains
Today this thought struck me as I rode my bike: Rob is never coming back. A year after his death, you might say, “Duh.” And part of me would heartily agree. Even a cursory look at my everyday life makes it obvious. The dentist no longer calls with Rob’s appointment reminders. Our bank accounts bearContinue reading “The Love That Remains”
Poetry Friday: “Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep”
“Death is real; there is no need to say that because our loved one is in heaven, death doesn’t exist.” Rob Moll, The Art Of Dying: Living Fully Into The Life To Come Today’s Poetry Friday poem was penned in 1932 as the United States shifted away from its Victorian-era fascination with death toward a death-phobicContinue reading “Poetry Friday: “Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep””
Investing That Made Our Family Rejoice
In 2017, Rob accepted a position with Eventide Asset Management, a values based investing company in Boston, Massachusetts. Rob had profiled Eventide in 2014 while on the faith and business beat for Christianity Today, and Eventide’s philosophy of “investing that makes the world rejoice” captured his attention. In every work environment, in our home andContinue reading “Investing That Made Our Family Rejoice”
Poetry Friday: “A Better Resurrection”
What a week. I don’t know about you, but this past week has felt grueling. So many decisions, so much wrestling. I’m grateful it’s Friday. Of late, my heart has been chastened. Too often it takes coming to the end of myself before I recognize my need for Jesus. I wish it wasn’t that way.Continue reading “Poetry Friday: “A Better Resurrection””
Lessons in Bunny Trust
One evening this spring, my youngest looked out the window during family read aloud time and whispered, “Mom, a bunny!” Sure enough, on the edge of the thicket that lines our property, a baby bunny crouched. A little ball of fur so tiny it looked as though you could cup it in a single hand.Continue reading “Lessons in Bunny Trust”
Poetry Friday: “God Speaks To Each Of Us As He Makes Us”
I have always loved the picture of God walking with Adam and Eve in the garden. They enjoyed such intimate conversation and fellowship. God spoke them into existence and never stopped talking. In this poem, Rainer Maria Rilke gives words to God as we walk together with him through this life. Grief provokes all kindsContinue reading “Poetry Friday: “God Speaks To Each Of Us As He Makes Us””
Crying in Baseball
After three months of my boys’ impatient waiting, baseball season finally has begun. Quarantine closed all of our town’s fields, and weeds took up residence all over the warning track and in the bullpens and dugouts. When we arrived for the first practices this week, it was a mess! The kids and I went overContinue reading “Crying in Baseball”
Finding a New Shell
“He had felt safe and strong in his shell. But now it was too snug. Hermit Crab stepped out of the shell and onto the floor of the ocean. But it was frightening out in the open sea without a shell to hide in.” Eric Carle, A House for Hermit Crab This past weekend IContinue reading “Finding a New Shell”
