Author Interview: God’s Mercies After Suicide by Jean Ann Williams

Author Interview: God's Mercies After Suicide by Jean Ann Williams

A few weeks ago, I found out a friend of a friend had lost a loved one to suicide. And then, more recently, we’ve all been shocked by the suicide of the Linkin Park member, Chester Bennington. I don’t know either of these people personally, and yet, I feel sadness. Tragedy like this (tragedy of any kind) is uncomfortable. Vastly uncomfortable. Honestly, before we get started, I have to admit that I didn’t want to touch this book (story) with...
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People Say Really Stupid Things

Peoples say really stupid things

Okay, let’s have a contest. What’s the stupidest thing someone has EVER said to you (sure, sure, it was well-meaning)? We’ve all been there, trekking through a really hard time when maybe it feels like you can’t get one foot in front of the other. Or maybe you’re finally having a good day, and someone says something stupid. Like, really REALLY realllly stupid. Perhaps they said it to encourage you or to give you perspective or whatever. This isn’t really a...
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welcome sadness

welcome sadness

Sadness is an uncomfortable guest. When you see sadness coming, reach out to her, hands cradling her chin and kiss her hair. She needs to be invited in, welcomed and given space at your table and your bookshelf. To ignore sadness is like ignoring a broken bone that needs attention, to be realigned and bandaged, and bone healing takes time and it hurts. welcome sadness. I remember this one day where I woke up sad. Ridiculously and mopey sad. Blue bled...
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When I Forget Who God Is

When I Forget Who God Is

The road directions mapped out my course on my phone even without wifi, and I jammed out to music as I sped down the roads. I knew half of the route after all. No need to worry. But first, a quick stop at a store to pick out a snack to take with me to the party. I walked through the sliding doors and bouquets of flowers bobbed at me. No, I didn’t need flowers. Two steps towards the food, and...
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The Search for Identity

The Search for Identity

For the world. For my friends. For this website. For my life. For anyone who’s ever searched for their identity. I’m not going to go on and on about how I’ve chosen that my identity is Christ (because I have). That’s new news every day (to me anyway). And it’s my favorite thing to remember on every good day, but especially the very-bad-no-good days. but This is my blogging story. If you’re not interested, make sure you enjoy the photos (I’ve chosen the...
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Flash Fiction: The Measure of Character

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  The Measure of Character by Barbara Brutt, IG @cordiallybarbara, T @barbarabrutt   I should have known when he didn’t look up from his phone. When I first set eyes on him, I didn’t like him because he expected to be liked. His body, like a swimmer, strung long, lean, and fit with ape arms. Grey eyes and dusty hair that could either be brown or blond depending on the light. Sure, someone might think him attractive but not me. I...
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Confessions of a Mean Girl

I’m a mean girl. Have you watched Lindsey Lohan in Mean Girls? I was homeschooled so I always kind of thought that I was just the victim around here. Imagine my shock when I found myself wearing a t-shirt proclaiming, “We wear pink on Wednesdays.” Okay, okay. That didn’t happen. See, here’s my hope. I hope that I’m living a good life. A life that points to Jesus and reflects him to the best angle possible (we all know that...
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The Finnish Honesty

I spent 10 days in frigid Finland with a wonderful friend and her family. I’m not sure why she thought it would be a good idea to invite me to visit her in Finland after our first meeting being only a few days during the Vienna summer, but she did. I remember saying something like, “Are you sure? Because if you’re inviting me, I’m going to come.” “Great! Come!” There was no hesitation. If you know American culture like I...
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