What survives us
Whose accounting of our lives ultimately matters? Those who survive us, or the One Who will wake us from the dead? What legacy then to leave behind?
Why do I answer “I’m fine” when I’m not?
“I’m fine” or “I’m good” have been my default answers since childhood.
Rereading Crystal Phillips on Grief, Honesty, and the Page
Sometimes the first kindness we can offer ourselves is to stop asking our pain to disappear, and to tell the truth about it instead.