Izzy bares a striking resemblance to me. Her eyes, her nose, even her heart. She is half me and that means her story is half mine. When I look at her life and all that has come from it I cannot help but remember that she almost never was. Izzy almost didn't exist because nineteen …
Stability
I struggle with this place that we are now, this place of STABLE disease. There are moments of each day were I feel exceeding joy that Izzy is still alive. That she is in school and playing soccer and enjoying being a child. But those moments are always followed by fear of the future …
Everyday Kind Of Beautiful
A little over a week ago I found myself in the foothills of southern California in a little town called Ojai. It's the kind of place that's so tiny you can find your way around after five minutes. But it's the kind of place that is so far removed from reality you get lost there …
A Celebration of Unawareness
September. Summer's heat meets Fall's crisp air and school is back in full swing as if it never stopped. I sit out on my deck this chilly Sunday morning with my coffee and my headphones listening to the same old worship song on repeat over and over again. Just this week I received some photos …
In The Pause
I do not ask questions for which there are no answers. A question is followed by a natural pause. When we ask a question that has no answer that pause goes on forever. If the questions are important, if they come from the depths of our broken soul, that pause is accompanied by a pain …
The Purple Card
Sunday evening I packed our bags for the week we would spend in Cincinnati. There were bags of clothes, bags of toys, bags of blankets and pillows. I have grown accustomed to the systematic way of packing for these trips. The things you bring to make you feel at home even though when you finally …
Holy Consent
For as long as I can remember I have wanted to change the world. I have longed to help those that have great need, longed to bring justice to places there was none and wholeness to places that were broken. The Lord has given me the heart of compassion, the spirit of an advocate and …
The Shadows of Suffering
It is Sunday night and Izzy and I sit alone in our hotel room. We had family here all weekend but everyone is gone now. It's just the two of us snuggled warmly in bed while the snow begins to fall outside. I have not been home in three weeks and it has been two …
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