I’ve sat for 3 weeks wondering if I wanted to get back into my routine of making myself a cup of coffee after not having a cup for 28 weeks because I wanted to protect my baby’s growth. I thought that making coffee would just reminded me that my baby is gone too soon.
This has given me the confidence to make my cup and dive into grief without worry of what feelings come with it. Maybe I’ll experience more notes than before. 🥲🙏🏽
I attended We Go On Tour in Brooklyn last year. This video gave me so much courage to face my grief with boldness. Bittersweet is the hope that things won't always be like this. Thank you for the reminder.
I was able to attend the DC portion of the tour. It was mixture of music, conversation, stories, and tears was very therapeutic.
Your coffee illustration let me into the life of a coffee drinker—even though I only have a cup of coffee every 8-9 months (LOL).
The bitter sweetness of life. Probably, one of the most understood oxymorons of all time.
The sweetness is that was able to experience 17 years of marriage to a wonderful, graceful, woman, who by GOD’s hand, used her as a tool to shape my life. The sweetness what her smile. The sweetness was her kiss. The sweetness was her even temperament. The sweetness was wanting to be home because she made it a place I wanted to return to.
The bitterness is that it ended abruptly, and it ended without my permission. I’m left holding the bag of unfulfilled hopes and aspirations. I’m left holding the broken hearts of many people, who for some reason, are looking to me for strength when I don’t have strength of my carry the load.
I feel like my thoughts in the past week, have been beautifully summarized.
I’m new here and this piece reminds me of home. It feels like I’m seated in a room with Jesus and it looks like me embracing the darkness within so his light can rest there.
It makes healing and growing feel less lonely because He understands.
i've been drinking cream in coffee because that's the only taste i've known. When i was a little girl, my Grandpa use to pour some of his (very blonde) coffee into the saucer under his mug and let me sip on it. Following your teaching, reading your metaphor in "We Go On" and now this, John, i think i'm gonna have to bite the pit and give it a try = )
I went to the DC stop of the We Go On Tour (🙌🏾The album really hits home). Though I’m not a professional coffee drinker I really enjoyed your analogy of coffee and how it pertains to grief. That made me want to grab a cup, but I’m a “have a little coffee with my crème and sugar” kind of guy 😂🤣
This morning was my first day savoring a cup of coffee in 21 days. Out of all of the foods and drinks I fasted from, coffee was what I desired most. Maybe the desire was to lean in more to grief and continue along my healing journey (the sorrow part). Maybe the urge for a cup reminisced of the way my heart warms when I hold a hot mug in my hands (the joy part). Nonetheless, the last three weeks reminded me, this morning, that those two streets aren't indeed parallel, but will brew a morning mixture that, for a slight moment, makes me forget the darkness I've experienced throughout the night. And you know what? I'll keep leaning in AND finding laughter in each day in-spite of, because I'm no longer fearful of either.
Has anyone ever been fearful that things aren't always what they seem? That this is too good to be true? That I can't enjoy this moment, because I just know something bad is about to happen? Yeah. Trauma is wild, but it's real and I refuse to live that way any longer.
So, I'm glad to have my cup back and I'll just keep sipping both the bitter and the sweet together because it really is okay to do so.
Phew, I recently began removing those some of those distractions to taste the root and while it certainly is bitter, I've also been able to savor the sweetness of the fruit. Grief and Coffee definitely a bittersweet journey.
Yeah and this is why Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee is so good: This fruit takes on the flavor of its soil.
I’ve sat for 3 weeks wondering if I wanted to get back into my routine of making myself a cup of coffee after not having a cup for 28 weeks because I wanted to protect my baby’s growth. I thought that making coffee would just reminded me that my baby is gone too soon.
This has given me the confidence to make my cup and dive into grief without worry of what feelings come with it. Maybe I’ll experience more notes than before. 🥲🙏🏽
I attended We Go On Tour in Brooklyn last year. This video gave me so much courage to face my grief with boldness. Bittersweet is the hope that things won't always be like this. Thank you for the reminder.
I was able to attend the DC portion of the tour. It was mixture of music, conversation, stories, and tears was very therapeutic.
Your coffee illustration let me into the life of a coffee drinker—even though I only have a cup of coffee every 8-9 months (LOL).
The bitter sweetness of life. Probably, one of the most understood oxymorons of all time.
The sweetness is that was able to experience 17 years of marriage to a wonderful, graceful, woman, who by GOD’s hand, used her as a tool to shape my life. The sweetness what her smile. The sweetness was her kiss. The sweetness was her even temperament. The sweetness was wanting to be home because she made it a place I wanted to return to.
The bitterness is that it ended abruptly, and it ended without my permission. I’m left holding the bag of unfulfilled hopes and aspirations. I’m left holding the broken hearts of many people, who for some reason, are looking to me for strength when I don’t have strength of my carry the load.
I’m not your answer, and I am not your superhero
I put down the cape a long time ago…
Thank you
I love this so much.
I feel like my thoughts in the past week, have been beautifully summarized.
I’m new here and this piece reminds me of home. It feels like I’m seated in a room with Jesus and it looks like me embracing the darkness within so his light can rest there.
It makes healing and growing feel less lonely because He understands.
Thank you for sharing❤️🫂
i've been drinking cream in coffee because that's the only taste i've known. When i was a little girl, my Grandpa use to pour some of his (very blonde) coffee into the saucer under his mug and let me sip on it. Following your teaching, reading your metaphor in "We Go On" and now this, John, i think i'm gonna have to bite the pit and give it a try = )
I went to the DC stop of the We Go On Tour (🙌🏾The album really hits home). Though I’m not a professional coffee drinker I really enjoyed your analogy of coffee and how it pertains to grief. That made me want to grab a cup, but I’m a “have a little coffee with my crème and sugar” kind of guy 😂🤣
This morning was my first day savoring a cup of coffee in 21 days. Out of all of the foods and drinks I fasted from, coffee was what I desired most. Maybe the desire was to lean in more to grief and continue along my healing journey (the sorrow part). Maybe the urge for a cup reminisced of the way my heart warms when I hold a hot mug in my hands (the joy part). Nonetheless, the last three weeks reminded me, this morning, that those two streets aren't indeed parallel, but will brew a morning mixture that, for a slight moment, makes me forget the darkness I've experienced throughout the night. And you know what? I'll keep leaning in AND finding laughter in each day in-spite of, because I'm no longer fearful of either.
Has anyone ever been fearful that things aren't always what they seem? That this is too good to be true? That I can't enjoy this moment, because I just know something bad is about to happen? Yeah. Trauma is wild, but it's real and I refuse to live that way any longer.
So, I'm glad to have my cup back and I'll just keep sipping both the bitter and the sweet together because it really is okay to do so.
Phew, I recently began removing those some of those distractions to taste the root and while it certainly is bitter, I've also been able to savor the sweetness of the fruit. Grief and Coffee definitely a bittersweet journey.