"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" What we have experienced, Jesus has said.

If one picture is worth a thousand words, maybe a gallery of pictures from birthdays past can give a hint of all I was feeling this year.

Only when the psalmist concentrates on what God has already accomplished does he find resolve to lay today’s problems before him.

Accommodating change is our weekly challenge. I know this. Why does it still shock me?

The Psalms can help us discover the beauty of “but” for our everyday prayers.

Would we call it sad, this survival scene
with two people
who once recklessly pledged their love
for each other?

Sometimes there's great gain in asking ourselves, "What specifically do we need from God?" and then telling him what we decided!

I'm learning about loneliness in this new chapter. And many weeks, as I consider my situation, I actually apply what I'm learning!

I'll never regret the night I laid out my complaints to God. Now I realize I was practicing a key component of lament.

"Remember the forgetting" is the headline I wrote for my home page. I had no idea what I was saying.

We may pray with the psalmist, "How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and day after day have sorrow in my heart?" And we may find from the psalmist a pathway to hope.

It is possible to experience happiness and grief at the same time. A weekend with lifetime friends proved it.

Pain and heartbreak and overwhelming grief are the perfect times to pray. Prayer has never been more real for some than in such moments of crisis.

A new series of Monday meditations will give us examples to help us embrace God's gift of lament.

Of the four Bible questions repeated n this short series, perhaps none came with more urgency than the Roman jailer’s.

Which is worse? To see a young life snatched away too soon? Or to watch a long life twist to a tortured end?

We could find an answer to this question about anyone we know. What does it tell us they wanted to kill him for the answer he would have given about himself?

We live in an age of constant change, even though our instinct is to resist it. But for caregivers like me, facing change is a weekly challenge.

I need look no farther than the place Evelyn lives to find my answer to the question Jesus asked.

Everyone who knows about Alzheimer’s anticipates that Evelyn is not doing well. But my new friend asked about me.