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””
Author Archives: Clarissa Moll
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””
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”
The Bittersweetness of Adventure
Even though Rob only lived in our house for one year before he died, his fingerprints are all over it. We bought the house with the intention to work on it, and we started right away when we moved in. Two years later, I walk through the rooms and remember the walls we painted togetherContinue reading “The Bittersweetness of Adventure”
On Toward the Horizon
A year ago today our family began our road trip west, the vacation that would end in death. Rob took these pictures on the shores of Lake Erie that night, after our first day of driving. We had looked forward to this trip for months, and that first night was so filled with happiness. WeContinue reading “On Toward the Horizon”
Eleven Months: How Far We’ve Come
Temperatures have reached the upper 80s here in New England, and we’re enjoying lazy summer evenings now that school has ended. Because of ongoing COVID limitations, we have nowhere we need to go, nothing we need to do. So after the evening meal is finished and dishes are cleared, the five of us sit aroundContinue reading “Eleven Months: How Far We’ve Come”
The Dead Elephant In the Room
“Praising what is lost / Makes the remembrance dear.” William Shakespeare, All’s Well That Ends Well When I was a college speech teacher years ago, I used to tell my students that the top two fears people had were death and public speaking. I was afraid of the former but through years of practice hadContinue reading “The Dead Elephant In the Room”
Listening For His Voice
When I leave my children home alone, we keep Rob’s phone on the kitchen island in case they need to call me while I’m out. My kids know the phone is only for emergencies, but I try to check up on them regularly when I’m gone. Leaving your kids after loss is a complex process,Continue reading “Listening For His Voice”
Poetry Friday: “From Blossoms”
One of my favorite Rob-isms was “It’s all about death and resurrection.” He’d often quote John 12:24 when he said it. Here in New England, we’re on the cusp of summer. The world is in full bloom. All of those seeds that fell to the ground last fall are coming up as flowers in gorgeousContinue reading “Poetry Friday: “From Blossoms””