Grieving Over an Empty Grave

Grieving Over an Empty Grave

Your loved one has died. The shock wears off and there are arrangements to be made, people to call. And in between, you ask yourself if it’s real. Grief comes and makes himself comfortable in your life. And you quietly wonder if he’ll ever leave. But what if there are...

Standing There

Standing There

I was afraid to walk into my pain, but I saw you standing there. Your arms opened wide, so I’d slip right inside, I could feel how much you cared. My tears fell like rain, again and again, but you gathered them all, as you felt all my pain. I know who you are, for...

When God Opens a Closed, Metal Heart

When God Opens a Closed, Metal Heart

“You have to come and see Dad,” my sister, Peggy, said. “He’s dying.” My words were also to the point. “No. I ca...an't.” Stuttering was something new for me. But I found I did it whenever I thought about my father. My words would just get as nervous as I had been the...

Why Confess if We’re Already Forgiven?

Why Confess if We’re Already Forgiven?

I remember the day I met Jesus. It was in a basement in Chicago. I was invited by a friend and when I got there and swung the door open I saw other 20-something people like me. They were sitting around long tables that had Bibles piled on the ends. There were bowls of...

A Wrong Number … or Not?

A Wrong Number … or Not?

I really don’t consider myself a generous person, but maybe that’s because when I think of generosity, I’m usually thinking about money. But we can be generous with other things as well. And one thing we all have is time—a precious commodity. Too often, we tell...

10 Cents with a Side of Anger

10 Cents with a Side of Anger

It started out like any other day. I worked in a small National Tea Grocery store. It was Friday and the store was pretty full. The time would fly when we were busy, and that was fine with me. Other than a “price check,” it was business as usual. Or so I thought. I...

Anne Peterson
Anne Peterson is a poet, speaker and published author of 14 books. One of her favorite titles is that of Grandma. Anne also collaborates with her artist daughter, Jessica, creating art books and poetry pieces. Anne’s poetry has been sold in gift stores for the past 25 years. She and her husband, Michael, have been married for 43 years. They have two grown children and five grandchildren. Four children here, and one waiting for them in heaven. Writers write what they know, and Anne knows grief. Her passion is to encourage others who have suffered loss. Her tagline is: “Life is hard. I write words to make it softer.” You can see Anne’s writing on www.annepeterson.com, or connect with her on facebook.com/annepetersonwrites. Anne is a regular contributor to crosswalk.com, as well as medium.com.

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