Megan is the author of a new poetry collection Love and Other Mysteries. She's also written a memoir (The Joy of Poetry) and a picture book of form poems (Rainbow Crow). Her day is incomplete without poetry, tea, and a walk in the dark. Read her work at meganwillome.substack.com.
Faith isn’t a straight climb up a mountain; it’s a cycle of climbing, sliding, and learning to swim. Whether you are in a season of spiritual consolation or feeling the weight of desolation, discover how the God of all grace sustains us at every crossroads. This reflection looks at the “rough reads” of life and the steadfast mercies that remain new every morning.
What do we do with grief too deep for words and memories too raw to soothe? Scripture, hymns, and prayer can lead us to the place where grief is an invitation for Christ’s gentle assurance that what feels gone is not dead, but only asleep.
As I reflect, is Christ real to me? Oh, yes! He is more real to me because of the twelve years of pain that necessitated the years of spiritual direction.
