Healing from the pain of loss
to breath, to laugh, and to live again.
Start Here:
- Join our Facebook group to connect with a warm community that understands.
- 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.
Join our Facebook group, The Grief Group for Christian Women, where you’ll find a safe community of faith-filled women who have experienced their own grief. They walk this journey of healing with compassion and kindness, and will pray for you, listen, and answer questions.
Finding purpose after loss.
Grief 2 Great Day Podcast
https://feed.podbean.com/grief2greatday/feed.xmlListening with Kathy Brasby
You Are Healing
I have helped you heal. It’s time to share. Let the petals rain over the ones battered by this world’s hurts and loss. Be my girl of vibrant colors, of delicate flowers, of graceful blossoms. Share the beauty of healing. Love them as I love you. And as I love them. To...
Welcome The Winds
Consider the blades of a windmill, spinning in the wind. Although you can’t control the wind, you can harness its power when you let the windmill blades spin. Think of the blades as your interests and abilities–gifts from me. During times of grief, you wish the blades...
Hold My Hand
The tiger roars in the forest around you, but you do not hear. The hyena growls, but you are deaf to its threats. Because I muffle the sound. I love you, dear one, and I keep you from harm. Hold my hand on this journey and I will cover you. I love you with an...
Expect Tears
I’m right here. Let me hold you close. Tears are okay. They come in love. Let regrets and loss flow. Let memories crowd your mind. You will never forget Matt. He changed your life. You changed his. You were melded together and the sudden tearing of your...
Rocks Cry Out
Do you see a cave before you? The rocks glow with yellows and oranges and pinks, with love to me. Then rugged stones sing in gentle tones, exploring their voice, praising me. Below your feet, the rock glows with each step. Within this cave,...