Tag Archives: Grief

Momma’s Hands

I remember when my momma’s hands stopped working—those perfectly moisturized hands that intimately knew the aches and pains of manual labor. Those firm yet gentle hands gripping mine, season after season, giving me the stability I needed to stand and eventually walk through this life. The hands that would whoop my butt when I neededContinue reading “Momma’s Hands”

Comfort for the Grieving

It began with the ringing of the phone and the hesitation on the other end to speak as I said, “Hello.” Sometimes you just know, what you’re about to hear…it just isn’t good news. The voice tries to remain strong in times like this, but trembling vocal chords almost always give us away when deliveringContinue reading “Comfort for the Grieving”