It’s Thanksgiving week. Some are busy packing suitcases, some are busy making grocery lists, and some may just be wondering how they’ll ever make it through the day.
Giving myself space to grieve can feel like every raw nerve gets exposed. But lots of hard things end in good places, and grief is one of these things.
Death is not a delicate process and it takes some Holy Spirit help to stay centered in the midst of it all.
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I wasn’t born with a habit of hope. I guess I kinda got into it the hard way. After a series of tragic events in my life, I actually had quite a habit of anxiety and grief. Then somewhere along the way—its really impossible to trace—I began wondering what life could be like if I stopped constantly circling the awful things and started creating more space for all the good and beautiful things. By God's grace, I discovered there is so much more here than I ever dreamed. Hard times will always be part of our stories, but they don't have to be *the* headlining story. You and I can learn to live each day in the habit of hope.