Healing from the pain of loss
Grief support for Christian women to breath, to laugh, and to live again.
Start Here:
- Listen (and subscribe) to the Grief 2 Great Day podcasts. (scroll down)
- Read (and subscribe) to the Listening blogs (scroll farther down)
These resources are our gifts to you. We understand that early grief is painful, so we want to suggest resources that will point you to God, the Great Healer.
Grief 2 Great Day podcast is currently on pause. Thank you for your interest in being a guest or sharing your work here — those requests are not being accepted at this time.
We do encourage you to listen to the podcasts. They contain valuable help for Christian women in grief.
Finding purpose after loss.
Grief 2 Great Day Podcast
https://feed.podbean.com/grief2greatday/feed.xmlListening with Kathy Brasby
Stay With Him
Your grieving heart senses the growling of your enemies, and your heart pounds. Your sadness fuels the monsters’ hope that they can entice you with illusions, luring you away from Me. Ignore them. They whisper in the bushes to draw you into their darkness. Trust Me....
The Gentle Rain of Healing
Tip back your head. Open your mouth and let the gentle rain of healing pour in. I offer newness because I am the Great Healer.Who can touch the bruised spots and make them whole again? I am able. I restore with love and truth and joy.Trust me to restore what loss...
The Meadow Behind, the Journey Ahead
Look back. The trees grow thick with glossy green leaves. Wildflowers spray their blues and yellows and purples across the meadow. The flutter of bird wings stops when they settle into their triumphant songs. But there’s more. You imagine the warmth of an embrace, the...
From Ashes to Life
I am the Great Renewer. I repair. I restore. I pull the ashes out of a dead fire pit and bring the wood to life again. I mend the broken places and restore the crushed people. I draw a shrunken life from the pit and give it a pulse. Your heart has been stunned into...
Forging a New Path
Memory is a gift from me. You still recall your mother’s voice. Matt’s touch. Remember the rich chimes of the wind through icy branches and the hollow thuds of hammers and air nailers building your barn. The shrill cry of a newborn lamb still echoes through your mind....
Finding Hope in the Storm of Grief
I am not the roar of thunder, but I control it. Churning rain clouds, jagged lightning, and angry winds obey me. Those powerful forces strike fear in your heart, but the tornado bows to my instruction and earthquakes become still at my voice. My authority is greater...
