Back in October of 2015, when my mom had just started to be gravely ill, I worked in a restaurant. It was an amazing place to be, but sometimes the nights could be slow. It was a hard time in my life to have hours on end without any kind of mental diversion.
How Grief Has Changed My Religious Beliefs
Y’all, this is a long post, so here’s the “takeaway thought”, if you will: The vulnerability of grief has also taught me to prioritize the mystery and vulnerability of spiritual life. Cool, okay, so if you’re interested, read on!
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