When Faith Becomes De Longest River

I am relieved to find, in the middle of my grief, that this wound is cleaner because I didn’t insist that he save me out of it.

Requiem for my friend

How those who loved you waited! Curled themselves into knots of childish longing – and then went home alone.

Danette Martin writes: “You’ve been on my mind ever since I heard the news of your dad’s engagement. Twenty-four years ago, I was in your shoes.”

Rachel Zimmerman writes, “I am a mother, after all. When the ‘secondary infertility’ phrase rolls off my tongue, I often feel like a fraud.”

Evelyn Hershberger shares a piece of poetry celebrating her daughter and grieving her mother. If only the two could meet, full circle!

Martha Hess, from southern Illinois, shares practical ways to offer support and care if you find yourself living in community with a widow.