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Amy Joyce

A chronicle of the death of a twenty-something

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  • Moldable Jesus Pt. I: When Jesus is Dressed as Shame
  • Surviving to Die
  • Grace in Death
  • Undone to Become
  • Playing the Flame Game

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Category: Grief

Surviving to Die

All this time I’ve spent since Nancy’s death trying to survive her loss, I was actually supposed to be dying.

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Grace in Death

I weep for a God Who put skin on, a Deity born as a child in a stable so that we can rest in His stability, yesterday, today and forever.

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Undone to Become

What I was seeing as devastation was actually an invitation. 

If God allowed me to be undone, it was so that I could become like His Son.  

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The Miracle Worker: How Theatre Saved my Life

The show must go on. And I intended to be a part of it.

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Kaleidoscopic Oceans

My depression does not have the power to snuff out hope. It does not have the power to diminish beauty. And it certainly does not have the power to lessen my God.

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Wrestling (Always Winter, But Never Christmas)

And yet, the crucifix doesn’t disappoint, even in the crux of a problem – actually, especially in the crux of the problem.

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1,460 Days (An Open Letter to Nancy)

Four years.

Forty eight months.
Two hundred eight weeks.
One thousand, four hundred and sixty days.

And yet, without fail not a day goes by that I don’t still miss you.

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Hard Pressed, Yet Still {So Indescribably} Blessed

Realizing what the gospel is, well, it’s enough to change your life.

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Three Years and Counting

You are infinitely missed. Perhaps more than infinitely. In fact, if there were something of greater depth and breadth than infinity, the amount I miss you would exceed that too.

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Recent Posts

  • Moldable Jesus Pt. I: When Jesus is Dressed as Shame
  • Surviving to Die
  • Grace in Death
  • Undone to Become
  • Playing the Flame Game

Recent Comments

Conner Biolsi on Moldable Jesus Pt. I: When Jes…
Amy Joyce on Moldable Jesus Pt. I: When Jes…
Natasha Metzler on Moldable Jesus Pt. I: When Jes…
amyzingjoy on Surviving to Die
Natasha Metzler on Surviving to Die

Archives

  • October 2018
  • September 2018
  • December 2017
  • October 2017
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  • July 2017
  • May 2017
  • April 2017
  • March 2017
  • February 2017
  • December 2016
  • February 2016
  • December 2015
  • September 2015
  • March 2015
  • January 2015
  • December 2014
  • November 2014
  • September 2014
  • July 2014
  • May 2014

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  • Grief
  • Nancy
  • Racism
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