Learning to live after loss blog
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A Place Called Home
No matter how long I’ve been gone, Home is the place I always want to come back to. It’s the place I am completely myself and know I am still loved. I experience a taste of Home now, but ultimately what I’m looking for can’t be found here.
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Entering the Sanctuary
I can hardly articulate what it means to enter the presence of a Holy God. Some have suggested that God is like their daddy and they feel like they can crawl up in His lap. That image seems irreverent to me. And yet, Christ came and changed everything!
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That’s Not Fair
I see wicked people all around me not being held accountable for the evil that emanates from their pores. They are successful beyond belief without a care in the world. Their followers chant how great they are. God, that’s not fair! Why don’t You do something?
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When is Vengeance Okay
I have never experienced war, but I imagine living through it would impact my perspective on vengeance. I recall my grandmother’s bitterness toward those who killed her loved ones. Would she be justified in wishing ill on whole nations, asking God to give them what was coming to them?
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When Remorse Sets In
In You’ve Got Mail, Joe had given Kathleen advice to “go to the mattresses,” meaning go to war. But he warned her, “when you finally have the pleasure of saying the thing you mean to say the moment you mean to say it, remorse inevitably follows.”
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At Least I am not the F-mom
Drew and friends were sharing their mothers’ preferred cuss word. Apparently, I was one of the D-moms. When Drew told me on the way home from school, I felt a little foolish. He tried to make me feel better by saying, “at least you aren’t the F-mom!”
