“The night that our friend's wife died, my brokenhearted husband called his mother: "What do I say?"... There is nothing to say. Stop thinking there is something to say to make it go away. It won't go away. Abandon your answers. Avoid your cliches. Don't blame God and don't blame him. Learn to sit in the sadness.” SufferingGriefSadnessPresence Book:Out of Sorts: Making Peace with an Evolving Faith Source: Out of Sorts: Making Peace with an Evolving Faith
“Secrets make us sick, I've heard. I made secrets out of my questions and doubts and sadness and grief because I didn't know how to simply sit with them. Even now, I fight against the urge to explain or pretend or ignore away the darkness. It's uncomfortable to lean into the pain, to seek God there in the darkness.” GodGriefDarknessSadnessSecrets Book:Out of Sorts: Making Peace with an Evolving Faith Source: Out of Sorts: Making Peace with an Evolving Faith