To say I loved him is an understatement. There was a soul tie that kept me tethered to grief and survivor’s guilt.
Life was falling apart and all I could do was crumble atop the people closest to me. My wife and kids were dodging emotional boulders, and ducking away from tumbling personality projectiles.
I used to suck it up and go about my days in hopes of the effects lessening or that I wouldn’t do something to myself in those darkest moments of grief and despair over the conflicting feelings brought about by another of those anniversaries.
Our hopes, dreams, value and personal footprint becomes easily blown away, and thus we become disposable.
Staff men’s ministries with volunteers of actual men who’ve messed up more in life than leaving a dog-eared copy of the latest men’s grooming magazine on the counter.
What’s really eating away at you? Are regrets consuming your thoughts so you’re forced to shut them down? Can you sit in […]