I once had a writing teacher who, when we’d complain of having writer’s block, insisted, “Write what you can’t get out of your mind.” I do plan to continue writing more in the Letters in Tragedy series (you can read the first two here and here), but what I cannot get out of my mind today is the idea of being angry and frustrated with God.
I have been deeply angry and frustrated with God. My guess is that at times you have felt the same. Continue reading “Anger with God”
In one of the letters my grandfather wrote to my grandmother while serving in WWII he describes a trip into town that he and his supply sergeant made. I’m not certain where exactly in France they were, but he mentions the area of Commercy, France. Continue reading “Lessons in Tragedy-2”
I don’t know what triggered the memory. I was visiting my parents’ house in Texas, wallowing in a heap of self-pity and pining for my children who were on the beaches of South Carolina with their father, hunting for seashells, giggling as the waves tickled their toes. Continue reading “Lessons in Tragedy-Part 1”
You and I are broken people—disappointed, rejected, lonely, grieving. It is nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone we meet is broken. Continue reading “Brokenness”
Two weeks after my divorce was finalized, I received a phone call from my attorney informing me that my ex-husband had filed a court motion requesting the judge overturn the divorce decree. Continue reading “The Source of Self-Worth”