Late February, 2012, under the stars of a Louisville planetarium I grasped for the universe and the God who holds it in his hands, my tiny palm upturned to receive… under the night sky. My eyes, I realized, so inadequate to take in the world around me, while this God, so infinite, could crush me. [...]
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About a year after my father’s death: “Why don’t your father’s friends speak about him?” my mom asked. “I think they don’t want to upset you mom and it’s probably too difficult to talk about.” “I want him to be a part of the conversation,” she said. I once read how in a certain culture [...]
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There’s just something beautiful about arms- the ability to enclose and encompass, to wrap around and comfort, expressing love through a touch. Allison, the verb-made for love. Made for life and love in the garden, not death. But we already know this. Death as a noun is a mysterious and intangible thing, but as a [...]
READ MORE »You get to hear me speak! Beware. You may wake up three hours after you push play because of my mad hypnotic skills. Enjoy! Recorded by Lynn Graber at The Recording House
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I read about Jesus and grief in the Bible the other day. It was in Matthew 14. When Jesus heard about John the Baptist’s death, he sought solace in solitude, a place of silence to commune with Father. But. The crowds followed and he had compassion and he healed- then the miracle came- of the [...]
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