Category Archives: The Daily Bread

Fellowship

During the first days of grief, it was clear to me that God wanted to comfort me through the kindness of others. His ministry of strength came through the words and loving actions of so many. It came through the onslaught of cards and emails expressing sympathy. It came through the many shared stories of loved ones long gone. It came through charitable hugs and embraces that developed into deeper conversations. It came through shared tears. Suddenly, a door had been open to speak a common, but more profound, language together. I discovered a new fellowship, opened only by the...
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Brief Thoughts on Grief – Longing

In the days that followed my dad’s death, I found it curious as to when tears came and when they did not. In the mix of family and friends, community supported me, and I was buoyed by their strength and love. Tears usually came when I was alone, and especially when I was tired. They were a release. Strangely I found the tears peaceful. Right and good and pure. I liked that quiet place where I could enter those feelings of sadness and loss, but also joy and fullness. They came at funny times - washing the dishes, riding in...
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Brief Thoughts on Grief

Normally I would start a new series of blogs that coincided with the New Year with a positive encouraging message, and I believe I do, here… now. It just happens that my New Year’s message is about grief. Normally I wouldn’t write about grief at all, because I am so unfamiliar with it in terms of death and the loss of a loved one. But now that I have walked through a first round of holidays in a new way, in a grief of sorts, I wanted to share it. I feel certain that it is a pertinent topic for...
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Dolphins Come in the Winter

Here is an untraditional symbol of Advent that burst its way into my rainy day. But I think it can hold its own. In the South of France, dolphins were a symbol for the King. The dolphins are back. Or maybe it is I. It is hard to know who is the constant. Some days they are there. And somedays, not. If you are patient, you can discern a certain undercurrent, a stirring of the waters, that disturbs the rhythmically march toward the shore. The disturbance always reveals a promise.I studied those waters, inky and thick like motor oil, today....
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