Send us a text Grief doesn’t follow rules, and it rarely shows up quietly. We open a conversation about the last moments of life—what we witness in hospice rooms, what we fear in sudden or violent deaths, and the heavy shadow of suicide—and we offer an audacious hope: that God meets every soul at the threshold. Not as an abstract idea, but as a presence that brings a softening, a peace that settles over the body and face, a love that refuses to arrive late. From years of bedside chapla...
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Send us a text Grief doesn’t follow rules, and it rarely shows up quietly. We open a conversation about the last moments of life—what we witness in hospice rooms, what we fear in sudden or violent deaths, and the heavy shadow of suicide—and we offer an audacious hope: that God meets every soul at the threshold. Not as an abstract idea, but as a presence that brings a softening, a peace that settles over the body and face, a love that refuses to arrive late. From years of bedside chapla...
Send us a text Grief doesn’t follow rules, and it rarely shows up quietly. We open a conversation about the last moments of life—what we witness in hospice rooms, what we fear in sudden or violent deaths, and the heavy shadow of suicide—and we offer an audacious hope: that God meets every soul at the threshold. Not as an abstract idea, but as a presence that brings a softening, a peace that settles over the body and face, a love that refuses to arrive late. From years of bedside chapla...
SOLACE: Soul + Grief
Send us a text Grief doesn’t follow rules, and it rarely shows up quietly. We open a conversation about the last moments of life—what we witness in hospice rooms, what we fear in sudden or violent deaths, and the heavy shadow of suicide—and we offer an audacious hope: that God meets every soul at the threshold. Not as an abstract idea, but as a presence that brings a softening, a peace that settles over the body and face, a love that refuses to arrive late. From years of bedside chapla...
