The Story Wall
Every story here was offered by someone who sat down and spoke. Read them slowly. Each one carries a question you may want to sit with yourself.
3 stories
"When I lost my child I felt like I had failed God. I thought he was disappointed in me and I was in turn disappointed in myself. The grief was such that I couldn’t get out of the bed. Then, God sent me hope…."
— Ca’Tina. You are seen.
A question to sit with
What did that hope feel like as you carried the grief of losing your child?
"Losing my mother taught me that grief is love with nowhere to go. At this table, it finally had somewhere."
— Denise. You are seen.
A question to sit with
What is one small way you could let that love have somewhere to go this week?
"I've been my own harshest judge. Today I'm learning to set a place for myself, too."
— Anonymous. You are seen.
A question to sit with
What would it sound like to speak to yourself the way you would speak to a dear friend?
Your name is optional. What you carry is not — and it belongs at the table.
Share at the table