At Wild Goose We Cried

I‘m at the Wild Goose Festival in Hot Springs NC where I’m speaking 6 times. One session on grief and loss was the most helpful moment I’ve had in beginning to process the loss of Mom and my close friend Holly Mead. Found myself more ministered to than ministering, though I was supposed to be leading the session.

You don’t “lead” through tears, just are. Found myself weeping with an 8 year old child who just lost her grandmother, and a seventy year old man who had just lost his wife.

Twelve of us told our stories, then it poured rain and we got soaked together in a forest by a river. No one said anything stupid to give so-called meaning to what is simply horrible, we just told our stories and cried together and found we were not alone.

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