I thought that my emotions would heal over time like a line, moving steadily away from grief and pain. But I’ve learned that grief and healing work more like a spiral.
Joy in the Mourning
It’s interesting how much I’ve leaned into the memories of my mom with food that reminds me of her – things like pumpkin pie for breakfast.
But God, in his great love for me, gave me a job I never wanted, using skills I didn’t have, and through that he taught so much about mercy.
When chokecherries showed up in my backyard I went to work making my mom’s chokecherry jam, with imperfect results. But the point was never the jam anyways.
On the day of Mom’s memorial service, God lit up the sky with a beautiful rainbow. What place did this hopeful symbol have on such a somber day?