Rachael’s Ramblings

It was an unexpected reminder of my loss, another surprising realization that widowhood continually impacts me in so many different ways, both large and small.

I’m a fixer and I wanted to figure out why grief is all of a sudden pressing me in the dust. I stewed for days when I should have been worshiping. Still stewing, I went to church and the passage for expository congregational worship was Psalm 46.

“When I feel like I’ll never be able to pick up all of the broken pieces of my heart, it’s the other broken-hearted souls in my life who help me.