As I stood to leave the small well-lit loft of the nearby community center, I felt somewhat convicted that I needed to do the one thing I never wanted to do. Publicly run a grief group. I looked around the room as people slowly trickled through the door, grabbing a cookie for the road that … Continue reading November Chill
I walked into work in my normal groggy, grumpy mood. It was 0615 and my coffee hadn't kicked in enough to care about whatever shenanigans were going on with the assignments for the day. The operating room assignments for the nursing staff can be an unfun task for the head nurse and I was thankful … Continue reading Kintsugi, The Art of Being Broken
If you've ever seen the movie Yes Man, with Jim Carrey, then you might relate to this bizarre phase of grief and healing I have been going through. In the movie, the main character has suffered the loss of his marriage and has a negative outlook on himself and life in general. He attends … Continue reading Defining Moments
The day before we left on our mission trip as a family, I wondered what on earth possessed me to consider taking four of us on a mission trip at the same time. We were working, playing sports, and wrapping up the school year, along with getting ready for our exchange student, starting our nonprofit … Continue reading Deer Hope
I sometimes struggle with the idea of being broken. First of all, we are all broken in different ways. I used to say, "no one gets out of this world alive." What I meant by that was that everyone has their "stuff." Years ago, I used to think I was the only one that … Continue reading Broken Pieces
Raven and Roses 