One of my grieving tasks is to “redefine myself,” a suggestion given to me by my widower group. So, I’m on a “quest,” which is an excellent word and sounds more adventurous than the word “adventure.” This quest is an important step in my journey through grief. I have to redefine myself. It’s not one […]
Sin has always had such a grip on me. Sexual images storm through my mind like a group of puppies running in an open field. Well…they do sometimes. Sometimes, I have victory. And sometimes, I feel like a victim of my thoughts. The thoughts are like puppies running every which way, yipping and yapping the
I think God is doing something in me; I’m just unsure what it is. It’s kind of exciting. I’m open to something good happening, but I’m just sketchy about the details. I miss Deb—like, a lot. She was the light of my life for 32 years, but she’s gone. Today, despite this terrible situation, I
Most Christians don’t want to discuss it, but this is a real battle. When my wife died, I lost my partner, and purity suddenly became a significant issue for me. I’ve fought the purity battle most of my married life, but it was in my mind, not on a screen. I’m ashamed to say this
Let’s be honest; no one likes to grieve. We treated it like a disease, almost like the word itself could cause leprosy. Grieving is a painful expression of loss. There is no solution to grief, so most Americans deny it or run from it. Grief (and death) cannot be controlled, no matter how hard we
There aren’t many popular books on the subject of death. Apparently, it’s not a hot topic to talk about. As a culture, I think we have NDD, “National Death Denial,” and we aren’t willing to break the code of silence. We pretend it doesn’t exist. We can die at any moment, but we
Friday Night It was Friday night, and I had promised my buddy Troy I’d be over to this house by 7:00 pm. He was having a prayer meeting for men from all over the place. A few years before, he wanted to build an addition to his house to accommodate his highly social lifestyle until
Two female coworkers recently suggested I get “one of those mail-order brides.” I didn’t think such a thing existed, at least not legally. If that sort of thing did exist, it would probably fall under “sex trafficking,” right? I honestly hadn’t thought about it. This “option” was given to me as I walked into the
Grief doesn’t follow the rules. It’s kind of like water; it goes everywhere, and your futile attempt to stop it usually results in a very wet carpet and lots of paper towels. Grief happens, and any attempt to control it usually results in a mess. What’s odd to me is I’ve been told that
God is teaching me something, but I’m usually not in the mood for learning when he’s teaching. I like learning but don’t like learning the lessons God wants to teach me. So, this teacher/student relationship has a bit of friction. When the student whines too much about the lesson being taught, the learning process becomes
