Reflections on Psalm 130 Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord; O Lord, hear my voice. Let your ears be attentive to my cry for mercy. If you, O Lord, kept a record of sins, O Lord, who could stand? But with you there is forgiveness;...
Grief Doesn’t Just Come When People Die Yesterday was a hard day – a day when pain and nausea nagged and taunted me the whole day, a day when grief in waves washed over me, reminders of loss, of restriction, of the shackles of chronic...
Who knows how I really feel? I wish someone else could understand what I am going through! Chronically ill folks question who understands their grief.
I crept into the room before my little brother would wake up. Gently slipping his special blanket from his grasp, I then rushed it downstairs to be washed. Perhaps that seems like a dirty trick, but it needed to be done. He would not give it up...
At first, I was numb. Illness has broken my heart so many times already that I didn’t react.Time. Normalcy. Abilities. Naivety. Innocence. Freedom. Dignity. Ease. School. Home. Relationships.Illness has stolen and broken so much, so deeply that...
