Encouraging and equipping women over 60 to live their best life!
I firmly believe the grief process is different for each of us. For some, grief follows a logical progression; for others, the path is anything but linear. No matter what your grief journey encompasses, it is only for a season, unless you allow grief to define you for the rest of your life.
Each year, with the approach of Father’s Day, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for the gift of a good father. I was 34 when Daddy died, and that felt much too soon. There was still so much I wanted to learn from him. Daddy was wise and taught by example. Because my children were young,…
When life chapters close for others, and their decision impacts us, even indirectly, it sometimes feels like it’s ours. However, remember, it’s about them, not about you.
Sometimes, when I sit at my computer to begin writing, I have a kernel of an idea that unfolds gradually. Other times, the idea sputters, dribbling out in phrases rather than sentences, and takes far longer than I like to form into cohesive paragraphs. My favorite writing days are ones that involve a Divine download….
You can make a difference. Commit to reach out, show you care, be on hand to listen, support and love the families who have lost so much. You may be the one light they have in the midst of a very dark and stormy sea.
I wouldn’t be truthful if I said last year was easy, because it wasn’t. Every “first” was a hurdle, each solo experience bittersweet. For months, I felt as if a dense fog covered me as I waded through shock and struggled to move forward. Small tasks felt huge.
Sunday, I had the joy of singing in our choir Christmas presentation. This year was different. Jim wasn’t sitting in the men’s section. Unlike last year, when Jim remembered his music was still at home halfway there, I got to the church on time. After the presentation, I hugged my family, who were in attendance,…
Many of us don’t like change. We become accustomed to that which is familiar, and when different happens, we fight it rather than accepting. In the last six months, I’ve discovered different is okay, even good, at times. Positives exist in new and different, but we often must look for those positives. Sometimes it’s easier to adopt a negative attitude and drop into a pattern of feeling sorry for ourselves. Even in difficult life seasons, good is present.
For many women this day specifically designed for feminine springtime joy, often triggers grief, anger and tears instead.
Death doesn’t mean we can never enjoy life again. Grief doesn’t equal suspended forward motion. Life goes on, and you do not dishonor the dead by experiencing joy. Laughter heals and restores, and it is possible for joy and grief to coexist.
