GriefAndGrace
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Lines. Rise. Twice.
When the Words Arrive Twice This morning I wrote a poem for a grieving friend. The words came quickly—not rushed, but with that quiet certainty that sometimes accompanies deep care. They felt true. They felt needed. They felt like mine to offer. And yet, before I pressed “publish,” I did what many of us do: Continue reading
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Footprints Through Silence
Holding Rhythm When Grace Feels Distant Readings: Psalm 77 | 1 Maccabees 1:41–64 | Mark 14:26–42 | RB Chapter 12 Psalm 77 begins in the night. Not the gentle hush of Compline, but the aching kind—where memory stings and the psalmist’s voice cracks with longing. “Has God forgotten to be gracious?” The question isn’t rhetorical. Continue reading
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