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"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds." Psalm 147:3

Lately…

A Drive-Thru Memory

Dear Mom, I had a moment about a week ago. A sudden memory of you that made me catch my breath for about half of a second before I could shake myself back into the present. It was a sweet one. One that brought a smile to my face. I have a new job, working at Starbucks again. But, unlike the one I worked at in midtown NYC, this one…

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Emerging

Dear Friend, There’s for sure a light at the end of the tunnel. The question is perhaps, which tunnel… or which light? Sometimes it’s that “light” that people tell us not to “walk towards”… As you probably well know, many of my past letters have reflected my own deep longing for that final Light at the end of this tunnel of life. Even as I heard discussed on a podcast…

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J.O.Y. in Grief

Dear Friend, Did you ever hear the acronym “JOY” growing up? As in, “We must grow in J.O.Y.”? I did. More than once. And while it made total sense, the simplicity of it seemed more and more childish as I “grew up” — in reality, as I grew in age, I grew in my childishness to presume this Biblical principle was too simplistic. J.O.Y. — What does it mean? It’s…

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God’s Grace in Celebration… and Suffering

Dear Friend, I’m in my time of dancing, friend! And how freeing this is! My prayer in this is to embrace the celebration of God’s grace in every moment. The countless reasons for joy: first, salvation itself, but even the day-to-day little things (like finding an entire collection of my favorite blue pens at the store to replace my well-used ones). Celebrating the lives of my young nieces and nephews…

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A Time to Dance

There is a time for everything,    and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die,    a time to plant and a time to uproot,a time to kill and a time to heal,    a time to tear down and a time to build,a time to weep and a time to laugh,    a time to mourn and a time to dance… Ecclesiastes 3:1-4 Dear Friend, I know I…

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Nine Years… and Learning to Share

Dear Friend, This week was the ninth year anniversary of Mom’s Home-going. It’s rather odd to think about — that for a whole third of my life she has not been in it. Someday it will be half, and then a quarter, and soon enough — God willing — I will have lived more life without her than the years with her. But — and I know she would agree…

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Great Is His Faithfulness

Dear Friend, Perhaps an odd thought for one’s birthday, but if I could have one phrase written on my tombstone, it would be: “Great is the Lord’s faithfulness.” I was reading some old posts on this blog over the past couple of days (which I don’t often do) and I was struck by my post on April 26th, 2020. How God has been faithful to me through the storm, and…

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Grief in Passing Seasons

Dear Friend, As I have shared in the past month, I’ve moved. Not just my place of residence, but of dwelling. I’ve moved cities. I’ve moved states. So, understandably, one of the new things I’ve had to do is find a local church in which to become a member and invest and serve, just as I have at Graffiti 2 Baptist Church since June of 2020. Now, the great news…

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Letter to Home

Dear New York City, I miss you. And, I’m doing well here. The bittersweet reality of changing seasons. (Speaking of, I hear it’s still pretty cold up there — here I’m nearly dying of heat stroke… okay, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration.) First, I’d like to get off my chest the wonderful things I miss: your vibrancy, your busyness, your productivity, your nearly infinite new sights and sounds (and smells…)…

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A Brief Note on April

Dear Friend, I’ve got a few longer-winded letters headed your way, but wanted to send this brief(er) note of reflection. It’s April. Once again, as so happens every year. The last few years — eight to be exact — I’ve reflected and remembered (and often cried over the existence of the month called “April”) in my grief. Today, I reflect, I remember, and it’s just another day. The often debilitating…

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