Poetry Friday: “Happiness”

One of the most puzzling aspects of grief — and tough times in general (COVID-19?) — is the persistent inbreaking of joy. Just when life feels hardest, we find something to laugh about, some happiness to celebrate. “There’s just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal.” This poem wasContinue reading “Poetry Friday: “Happiness””

The Man Of The House

In the first days after Rob died, one of his best friends came to visit us with a special word on his heart for my boys. Our families are very close; our children have grown up together. The two dads are so much alike that mine see Rob’s friend as a second father. When Rob’sContinue reading “The Man Of The House”

When You Sit at Home

Rob and I began homeschooling in 2011. This decision, initially made for practical reasons, has brought so much life and beauty to our family through the years. Homeschooling has been a place of solace as we process Rob’s death. It has also offered us numerous opportunities to practice our faith, to be shaped into peopleContinue reading “When You Sit at Home”

Easter Mourn: Holy Saturday

On this Holy Saturday, we pause to grieve the crucified, dead and buried Jesus. “Mourning [is] indispensable for the journey to Easter joy.” As we wait for the grave to open, we remember those we have loved and lost who, with us, await Jesus’ return in resurrection power. Today, I’m over at Christianity Today reflecting onContinue reading “Easter Mourn: Holy Saturday”

Poetry Friday: “Good Friday”

I have nervously approached this Good Friday. I carry a different sort of grief this year as I watch Jesus go to the cross on my behalf. Death feels painfully close. Because of Jesus’ death, Rob lives in Him; this is cause for rejoicing. Yet today, I remember that this hope I possess came atContinue reading “Poetry Friday: “Good Friday””

“A channel in my self-bound soul”

Today, on Maundy Thursday, the church remembers the last supper Jesus shared with his disciples before his death, the meal at which he washed his friends’ feet. Maundy Thursday is one of the final stops on our journey through Holy Week. There’s a feeling of inevitability that hangs over this day. Everybody knows this momentContinue reading ““A channel in my self-bound soul””

To Whom Should I Listen?

Over the last three weeks of quarantine, a few close friends have reached out to see how I’m doing. Navigating grief and pandemic at the same time is challenging. The uncertainty of this global moment has provoked many emotions that had settled beneath the surface of my everyday life since Rob died. I’ve found theContinue reading “To Whom Should I Listen?”