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Several years ago, I met Jeanette Levellie at a writer’s conference. We clicked. But then I suspect she clicks with a lot of people. She’s warm, giving, feisty and loves the color orange.

Now her book, Two Scoops of Grace with Chuckles on Top has been published (Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas, 2012), and these characteristics in her shine through it’s pages. I have been reading it with delight, for it’s a gathering of  laugh-out-loud stories. It’s main idea? The reassurance of God’s love and grace extended to us in all of our frailties. 

Jeanette’s book is good medicine for whatever difficulty you may be going through…even grief.

In her chapter, ‘From Hair to Eternity’, Jeanette tells on herself as she works through a bad hair day. She informs her husband that this is one area where you NEVER agree with a woman. She then swings over into God’s seriousness about that word never …as in  “Never will I leave you; never will I  forsake you.” (Hebrews 13:5)  Jeanette encourages her readers with, “I can’t fix you. I can’t even fix me. But I know Someone who can. He has promised never to leave us. From bad hair days to seasons of sorrow and destruction, we can depend on God’s promise to hold us in His heart and hands.”

Then there is the story about a wife’s false teeth ending up in her deceased husband’s mouth, and the wife’s humor in spite of her loss as she says, “Well then, I did get the last word in after all, didn’t I?”

I have no intention of minimizing the pain of loss, but we may well welcome a sense of humor at times during our grief. Somehow, it lightens the mood.

Do you have any humorous anecdotes during your “not so funny” time of grief?

For more of Jeanette’s stories, visit  her blog, On Wings of Mirth and Worth, at www.jeanettelevellie.com

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Setbacks in Grief

The anniversary of Bill’s death, funeral and burial…all landmarks I seem to greet with exhaustion each year…has come and gone.

After berating myself  for being tired during this tenth year of my re-living, I reached out to my  blog readers. I received excellent advice (see A Grief Challenge: http://wp.me/pz1Df-in) on how to care for myself during this time. I felt supported and understood, even though to the world at large, I suppose , this annual reliving may be considerd extreme. “Move on, already.”  Part of me agreed.

I would love to be able to do that.  And I have, in many ways. My sorrow is fleeting. It’s my body that just won’t listen to the passing of years, and insists on plaguing me with exhaustion whenever an important date of Bill’s rolls by.

My friend, Robin urged me to “Take comfort in remembering it will pass.” She’s right. It did. The week-long fatique is gone and my energy has returned.

So I’ve learned, once again, not to be so hard on myself for these setbacks, but to accept them as normal in grief. Why make it worse?

Are you hard on yourself in your grief? In what ways could you be kinder?

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