The Visit
by Robby Dilmore How about a new twist to Matthew 25, “When I was sick you came to me. When I was in prison you...
I know that it is important to write a note to a grieving person. I want to write a note, but I often procrastinate and don’t write it because I do not know what to say. Please give me some advice on writing a note to a grieving person.
I do not have an ironclad formula that must be followed when writing a note; however, I will share with you my “3 Rs of Writing a Condolence Note:
Pick up that 200 pound phone and call her!
Recently, I was causally reading Anne Lamott’s new book, Help Thanks Wow—and the following words jumped off the page, confronting me. Here are those words:
“God must love to hear us calling our meth-head cousin just to check in because no one else in the family speaks to him.”
So, Ann says,” I picked up the two-hundred pound phone, dialed his number, and said, “How are you?”
Many people, including myself, want to know what signs to look for. For wisdom on this subject I went to wonderful...
Who would willingly choose the following lifestyle? AN ADDICTS NIGHTMARE I hate who I am, what I have become, A...
Sadness is awkward. It makes us uncomfortable when other people are in pain. Wouldn’t you agree? Today’s wisdom is...
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. “We must do something about father,” said the son. “I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.”
Deanna Thompson has stage IV breast cancer and has written a book about her journey. The book’s title is Hoping...