A Difficult Christmas

Christmas is a difficult time for the grieving. Let them grieve in their own way, but let them know you are willing to help them with things like decorating or baking. Take them shopping. Invite them to your holiday functions. Volunteer together at a food bank, collect for a charity or help in a soup kitchen.

Do not tell them to ‘get over it.’ Be willing to sit with them when they cry. Let them talk about their loved one. Send cards or letters. Phone or text often.

Why? Just because you can represent the loving care of Christ to someone who needs it.

My eyes are dim with grief. I call to you, Lord, every day; I spread out my hands to you. (Psalm 88:9, NIV)

Prayer-Father, help us help others through their pain, for so often, you have done the same for us. In Christ, Amen.

Grief Extended

The second anniversary of Ron’s passing  (August 22) and I woke the day after, with these thoughts.

“Now it is year three. How will I ever get through another year?”

But I know that I will, because God gives me grace and my friends and family give me patience and listening ears…

Brenda J Wood

Lost Anything?

He’s lost,” I say, discouraged. “Jeremiah’s lost”

“Don’t ever think that,” my mother says. “He’s not lost. He’s just gone to stay with someone with a bigger tub.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, brightening a little.

(The Shoe Box Bible, by Alan Bradley, McClelland & Stewart Ltd, Toronto, Canada, page 79)

I miss my husband so much, but with God’s help, I’ve released him to the larger tub of Heaven because there he’s found the freedom of fulltime living with Christ.

Who have you lost? Are you still yearning for them? Will you release them to a larger tub?

‘For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.  (Luke 15: 24a, NIV)

The shortest bridge between despair and hope is often a good ‘Thank you, Jesus.’

Prayer- Lord, forgive us for hanging on to what we cannot have. Yours in Christ for larger tubs everywhere….Amen.

When the Loneliness Overwhelms..

Though words may seem so little, I hope, in some small way,

That what I say may ease the pain Of the loss you feel today.

Hold fast to all your memories That you cherish from the past:

The blessings and the laughter, And the sorrows along life’s path.

For these are precious treasures— The GOLD of your yesterdays.

They are memories that only the two of you shared.

Keep them safely stored away. The special moments in your life

That you and your loved one shared

Are ever locked within your heart. And forever, they’ll be there.

© Helen Dowd (used by permission)

Prayer- Father God, thank you for giving us the gold of yesterdays. Amen.

Mad at John Boy Walton

I like to watch The Waltons–it’s heartwarming and wise BUT TODAY??? That John-Boy made me so mad!!Grandma is in the hospital and Grandpa is lonely. He describes himself as heartsick.

John-Boy gives him a ‘we care too, Grandpa’ speech…AND then has the nerve to suggest that as the head of the family, Grandpa should do better so the rest won’t feel so bad!!!!!!!.

What! Grandpa (s) and Grandma(s)  can’t grieve cause we have to make the family feel better!! You have got to be kidding me. I did allude to this in The Pregnant Pause of Grief as something we may try to do for others, but NOT at the expense of our own grief.

Blah—-ging

Blah-ging. That’s how I’ve felt about blogging lately.

When you don’t see me writing you know by now that I’ve been in a bad place but today the sun seems a bit brighter, the grief a bit lighter and the world worth attending to…

Thanks for your patience. I’d love to hear your comments. Do you ever get to a ‘bad’ patch where everything seems too much? Or am I alone in this???

FREE GIFT TO YOU!!!

Chapter 1-MeetingMeeting Myself, Snippets from a Binging and Bulging Mind and Chapter 1- The Pregnant Pause of Grief are now here on line for you to read and enjoy for free! Just check the page links above. Read, enjoy and then tell me what you think.

I’d love to hear from you. Please feel free to share the link with others.

Brenda J Wood