Book review: Through the eyes of a lion, Levi Lusko

I was contacted by the publicist in Nashville, Tennessee,Β for the pastor and author Levi Lusko, to review a copy of his first book, Through the eyes of a lion.

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The press release said:

‘On December 20, 2012, five-year-old Lenya Lusko went to heaven while in her parents’ arms after a massive, unexpected asthma attack. With a ferocious personality and hair that had been wild and mane-like since birth, they called her ‘Lenya Lion’. But a few days before Christmas, Levi and Jennie Lusko had to leave the hospital without their vibrant daughter.

After Lenya’s death, Levi had to make a choice – one that anyone going through dramatic events has to make – to give up or to live. In Through the eyes of a lion, Levi explains why he chose to live, and not just survive – but live with the fire and passion that comes from acknowledging that there is more in this life than what can be seen with the naked eye.’

One afternoon, I had a few hours to myself so I decided to start the book. I couldn’t put it down! In fact, I got a highlighter out and highlighted sections that reached out to me most. I read the book in two sittings, which is pretty impressive as reading for ‘pleasure’ for any length of time has been hard for me since Abi died. I have only managed an hour at most. It even inspired this post which I shared about my faith.

There was much about the story which resonated with me. From the way Lenya died so suddenly. That her parents were with her when she passed. That she was one of four children. And that Levi encourages us to see life with fresh eyes – to see what has been invisible to us until now.

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Words of comfort – January 2015

This is the first in what will be a monthly round up of some of the best blog posts I’ve read this month about grief.

Living with grief, you can forget that there are a lot of people out there who have yet to experience it first-hand, and when a child dies that you know of it can create confusion and worry in your own child. I was so struck by Suburban Mum’s post How do you explain death to your child? that I wrote this post about my favourite children’s books about dying. @suburb4nmum

The lovely Emma, over at Three is the Magic Number, blogs about her grief after losing her sister to cancer aged just 28. Her post, It’s Complicated perfectly summarised the complexity of how a grieving person is feeling – how the awkwardness and strain of dealing with people is a daily problem. Another beautiful blog.

This Huffpost blog post You Aren’t Here Now: How Grief and Mindfulness Don’t Mix, by Megan Divine, really struck a chord with me as I’ve been battling with relaxation and mindfulness. It’s simply not something a grieving person can do easily, if at all. Mindfulness seems to be the answer to all our problems, but for many of us this isn’t a solution at all. Megan’s posts on her blog on Refuge in Grief are worth reading whether you are grieving or not. @refugeingrief

The lovely Leigh at Headspace Perspective blogs regularly about her grief after her baby son, Hugo, died last year. Her blog itself is definitely worth following as she covers areas such as premature birth, HELLP syndrome, life after losing a baby and the complexities of grief. I could share any of her posts, but this post is something I’ve drafted a post about myself and it’s such an important message about grief: Empathy vs Sympathy: Why the difference matters. @leighkendall

I have been in a mental muddle for a few months now, but this post by Scribbles and Crumbs about how her faith in God helped her through some of her darkest days was a brave and honest piece of writing. After Lexi’s baby Charlie died last year, she has written some amazing posts. I have been truly inspired by her faith and never fail to take comfort from reading this blog. @lexibehrndt

On a similar theme, I shared this post by These Widow’s Shoes, called Counselling for Copers. It really resonated with me and reassured me that taking control of my mental health is just as important as looking after my family’s. Parents are definitely life’s copers, we struggle on and put everyone first but ourselves. Talking to someone who doesn’t know you, won’t talk over you to make you (or them) feel better or tell you what to do is vital. @widowsshoes

I hope this round up has been of interest to you. See you again in Feb!

#WordsofComfort