Reverend William Grimbol : Justin's New Book

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This is my son, Justins, new book. Thats a picture of him and his my late wife, Christine. --- Bill

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Grimbol Painting.

Portrait of Pastor Bill with his son, Jason Gorcoff.
BROKEN

She called me “broken” on the phone. It made my whole being wince. Was I? I heard her words as an assessment of failure. I anxiously ...
GONE

It finally hit. I knew it would. Like a swift settling fog off the lake. It blurred my soul’s vision. Her absence. The fullness of her ...
SIZE MATTERS

I like my faith big. Wide as a summer sky. Beyond. Way way beyond the scope of my mind. I like my heart to know trembling awe, and my s...
REGRETS & WILD YEARNINGS

I can actually feel the presence of my soul these days. Like the little quick kicks of a baby nestled in the womb, letting a mother know ...
Cherries In The Snow

My son, Justin, read this at Pattys funeral. I have learned four important truths in my life. Four important truths from four important ...
One Brutal Coloring Book

Being retired is rough on my system. I am in withdrawal. No, I am neither climbing walls, nor shooing scorpions off my body. I am not p...
A GRIMBOL GOOD BYE, By Rev Grimbol

These autumn days have been spectacular. The air so clean and crisp. The breeze brisk but not cutting. The clouds pillowy. The sky such...
PARK IT

When we retire, there is simply a good deal more time available to focus on dying. Retirement is like a valet to the topic and reality ...
THE DELIVERY

The snow had sugared the earth. The wind was wild. Walking against it required leaning into it. The snow spun about in tiny tornados. Th...

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