Sara writes a lot more on our blog here about grief than I do. A lot of that has to do with how we are hard wired so differently. I usually have a more difficult time sharing the more personal aspects of life unless there’s a solid biblical lesson or exhortation I can pull out of it. Like most men, I don’t typically wear my emotions very close to the surface, though Sara often reminds me how much of it is actually written on my face like it’s God’s billboard. A lot of times, I can’t really even describe what I’m feeling in the moment and it may take some time before I can adequately put it into coherent thoughts.Keep reading
We are rapidly approaching our twins’ first birthday. In just a couple weeks they will be 11 months old already. My emotions have been all over the place lately as a result. I’m excited about planning another first birthday party, but also dreading it and procrastinating even beginning because there should be two. I am amazed every single day at how far Asher has come in his short little life and thrilled to watch him grow and move past the infancy stage and the first birthday marks that moment in time, but……there should be two. So it’s just hard.
This last year has been the absolute most difficult year of my life. But it’s also been one of the most joy filled years of my life as well. How is that even possible? Bear with me a little and I’ll share with you how that’s possible.Keep reading
The author of this hymn didn’t write these beautiful lyrics amidst small, trivial trials. Horatio G. Spafford knew pain. He knew loss; BIG loss. Yet, he found the strength to pen this great hymn in the middle of despair. He left behind a legacy of inspirational faith. When he wrote this song, he had just suffered immense loss-not just one child, but ALL of his children; his son to Scarlett fever and then 2 years later all 4 of his daughters to a ship wreck. He lost everything……except faith and hope.Keep reading