Debbie W. Wilson

Refreshing Faith

For Whom or What Are You Willing to Die?

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“For whom or what are you willing to die?” A presenter posed that question as a tool to help us identify our calling and purpose in life. Two days later I received an email from Intercessors for America with a plea for prayer from Ukraine that included this line.

Everyone who can hold a weapon has risen to defend the capital, including students, school children, and even the retired.”

As the tension in Ukraine built, faces I came to love decades ago during the three weeks Larry and I spent in communist Poland played across my mind like an old TV program. I remembered their kindness, singing, and generosity.Continue Reading

A Mother Talks About Grief

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My friend Rhonda Robinson knows grief all too well. In her excellent book, FreeFall, she draws from her personal grief  journey to help those navigating a path they never signed up for. I asked her to share with us today. Here’s Rhonda.

In 2008, we lost our youngest son at age 13. Our world shattered. When I look back today, I clearly remember those who helped us. They probably don’t realize how much their gestures mattered.Continue Reading

You Need to Know About Grief Cycles

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I wish someone had warned me about grief. Maybe no one knew, or perhaps I wouldn’t have heard. In case you ever need to know, here are two words to remember after you’ve lost a loved one—“three months.”

The three-month anniversary of a loss feels like grief has started over. We buried my mother on Mother’s Day weekend weeks before my high school graduation. Three months later, grief blindsided me on my first weekend of college.

Years later, Daddy passed away in August. That Thanksgiving I found myself summoning all I had to hold it together. What was happening?Continue Reading

When “No” Is the Best Answer to Prayer

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I left my dear friend feeling the loss that was quickly approaching. Her body was shutting down. I wanted to hold her close, protect her, and fill her weak body with all the love and strength I could impart. Instead I held her hand and loved her the best I could.

An Auspicious Meeting

Our family met Susie’s at the Kanki Japanese Steak House in the late eighties. We were celebrating our young son’s birthday. We sat facing the chef who entertained us as he prepared our food. At the end of the meal, the chef told us Susie had paid for our meals.

Stunned, we turned to this woman we’d just met. She waved off our gratitude as if paying for a stranger’s dinner was an everyday occurrence. Maybe it was for Susie. Little did I know this would be the beginning of a deep and lasting friendship.Continue Reading

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