I always sang to my kids, and with each successive child that entered the family, they were serenaded by love and song by the older kids and me. But not so much for Caboose, at least by me. As James continued to walk into the house, I remained in the car. That one question shattered me.
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Julie Anne’s Personal Story on the Redemptive Gift of Grief
So, then the question I'm learning to ask myself is: what pain am I avoiding, and why am I avoiding it? Isn’t numbing pain simply prolonging it? Why would I want to prolong pain? What would happen if I moved toward the pain and wrestled with it? What would that look like?
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