For the first 5 years of my marriage, I prayed nearly every night that God would let my husband and I die together — preferably of old age, holding hands like the cute couple in The Notebook. I almost feel like I have it too good, like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. I fear loss, and I fear being left behind. But I want to live in faith, not fear. So, I have two questions to pose to you, dear reader: Continue reading Monday Mention + Resilience and Loss Question and Discussion
I remember clearly the exact moment I received word that my sweet mother-in-law had passed away. I sat in a booth at a local bakery eating french toast over some animated girl talk. My husband ran in a relay race just outside of town. He headed home, and I drove frantically, preparing to meet him. What could I say? Or do? How could I be there for him? Continue reading What Is True Empathy?