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Death: poem By William Cullen Bryant

So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed By...

Saying Goodbye With Grace

5/27/14  by Joni Byrd Saying Goodbye with Grace I am studying for a degree in counseling, and in a textbook, I recently read a statement about hospice care that really caught my attention. The book stated that it is often during the last days, hours, or even minutes...

Sin Hidden, Pain Multiplied

3/10/2017 A  young man with whom Bill and I had some personal experience in our work with the Rescue Mission 4-5 years ago and who later continued his efforts in substance abuse recovery through another men’s program was sentenced to 30 years in prison yesterday...

Unstuck: The Muck of Grief

My daughter in law shared this from Stasi Eldredge about grief. Like many others, I know the feeling of slogging through “knee deep mud” in the middle of grief. Some images are so vivid. I can remember a day when I was about 6 or 7. I headed to my...

This Isn’t Recovery

Recovery is “a process of change through which people improve their health and wellness, live self-directed lives, and strive to reach their full potential.” (US government, as defined by the Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration.” In...

Ebenezer: A Stone In My Pocket

Ten of us were at the Women’s Grief Gathering at Lynn Haven UMC today. This was our 4th monthly meeting. We explored ways in which we think about the presence of our grief with us through the lens of metaphors….. similar to the ways in which the Bible...