I was reading this just fine until the words Nunc Dimittis. I can to real faith in a charismatic Lutheran church. We sang that every week. The picture of that being said at Rachel’s bedside... I keep saying, “It’s too much. It’s just too much.” I’ve been saying that for a year. Much love to you. May the Holy Spirit, the Comforter, invade your space today.
Thank you for helping us remember Rachel and know her better. I got to have lunch with her and host her when she spoke at Eastern Mennonite University in Harrisonburg, Virginia, a few years ago. On grief... I encourage you to find Brené Brown’s recent podcast interview with David Kessler. Perhaps it would help you in your raw journey. Blessings...
You always keep me hooked throughout the posts I see. I still smile when I think of you and how you came to visit and speak with my mom when she came home for hospice. I could tell she was happy to see you, that you made the effort. I can hear her voice and think she was offering you something to eat... I appreciate you opening up your thoughts to share with us. 💜 It makes me think...and your self questioning inspires me.
Please say Hi to Tristan for me...P.S. I admire Your Governor for being strong in her convictions! Didn't know you lived in Michigan. oxo's
These words were so good for my soul today and I thank you for writing them and for sharing them. I also thank you for the opportunity to be part of the community that hears them. It's been a gift for me - and others, I'm sure.
Also, as you said, there are so many voids that RHE left and I feel some, but not as her friend. I did lose two friends in 2019 (in addition to losing the words and wisdom of RHE online, in books, and at EF), and so my heart recognizes your grief. May sharing what you've shared here bring you unexpected bits of joy.
Thank you again. I'm glad you're doing what you're doing on this earth, Jeff.
Thank you Jeff for sharing your heart! I’m so grateful that Jonathan introduced you to our Crosspointe Family. You are blessing to count in this uncertain time.
“Tragically, we don’t have any chips in the house right now. But we do have gin.”
I don’t know how to explain that THIS is what I’m choosing to copy and paste here despite every other deeper moment which moved me or stopped me in my tracks. Maybe because when the saddest and strangest things are happening, it feels perfectly pitiful acknowledging that you’re sad to be out of chips, but knowing THAT layer of your life is gunna be ok because you do have gin.
I’m not sure how I landed on this post today - It’s not the ‘latest,’ which I didn’t realize till I got to the end. But I love getting to know Rachel through you nonetheless. I also feel compelled to tell you I ‘won’ a jar of jam recently. Made by you! My 13 year old daughter was so excited when we got it (doesn’t take much to bring us joy) she wanted to make something special to go with it. And she made milk bread rolls. Neither of us had ever heard of them, let alone made them, but this is what a random Google search led her to make. Then I read this today - and see the picture of your milk bread rolls! Such a strange coincidence. Yours were much better looking. And the jam was delicious, thank you!
I was reading this just fine until the words Nunc Dimittis. I can to real faith in a charismatic Lutheran church. We sang that every week. The picture of that being said at Rachel’s bedside... I keep saying, “It’s too much. It’s just too much.” I’ve been saying that for a year. Much love to you. May the Holy Spirit, the Comforter, invade your space today.
Thank you for helping us remember Rachel and know her better. I got to have lunch with her and host her when she spoke at Eastern Mennonite University in Harrisonburg, Virginia, a few years ago. On grief... I encourage you to find Brené Brown’s recent podcast interview with David Kessler. Perhaps it would help you in your raw journey. Blessings...
You always keep me hooked throughout the posts I see. I still smile when I think of you and how you came to visit and speak with my mom when she came home for hospice. I could tell she was happy to see you, that you made the effort. I can hear her voice and think she was offering you something to eat... I appreciate you opening up your thoughts to share with us. 💜 It makes me think...and your self questioning inspires me.
Please say Hi to Tristan for me...P.S. I admire Your Governor for being strong in her convictions! Didn't know you lived in Michigan. oxo's
#StayHomeStaySafe
Thank you Jeff so much for this.
“Nobody can give you an instruction manual for grief. I still don’t know how to grieve.....Grieving can be bitter and sour”
Hi JEff, I don’t know you but may I have your mailing address please .. ping me since I just subscribed your newsletter. I am from Singapore 🇸🇬
Take Care 🙏🏼
These words were so good for my soul today and I thank you for writing them and for sharing them. I also thank you for the opportunity to be part of the community that hears them. It's been a gift for me - and others, I'm sure.
Also, as you said, there are so many voids that RHE left and I feel some, but not as her friend. I did lose two friends in 2019 (in addition to losing the words and wisdom of RHE online, in books, and at EF), and so my heart recognizes your grief. May sharing what you've shared here bring you unexpected bits of joy.
Thank you again. I'm glad you're doing what you're doing on this earth, Jeff.
Mary
Jeff, I see you. I hear you. I stand in the grief with you. ❤️
Thank you Jeff for sharing your heart! I’m so grateful that Jonathan introduced you to our Crosspointe Family. You are blessing to count in this uncertain time.
“Tragically, we don’t have any chips in the house right now. But we do have gin.”
I don’t know how to explain that THIS is what I’m choosing to copy and paste here despite every other deeper moment which moved me or stopped me in my tracks. Maybe because when the saddest and strangest things are happening, it feels perfectly pitiful acknowledging that you’re sad to be out of chips, but knowing THAT layer of your life is gunna be ok because you do have gin.
I’m not sure how I landed on this post today - It’s not the ‘latest,’ which I didn’t realize till I got to the end. But I love getting to know Rachel through you nonetheless. I also feel compelled to tell you I ‘won’ a jar of jam recently. Made by you! My 13 year old daughter was so excited when we got it (doesn’t take much to bring us joy) she wanted to make something special to go with it. And she made milk bread rolls. Neither of us had ever heard of them, let alone made them, but this is what a random Google search led her to make. Then I read this today - and see the picture of your milk bread rolls! Such a strange coincidence. Yours were much better looking. And the jam was delicious, thank you!
beautiful. like you. xo