I recently celebrated my 53rd birthday. They say that the fifties are your reflective years, and I have spent the better part of the past year doing just that. At 53, I have lived roughly 19,000 of the 28,000 days that make up an average human lifespan, at least according to Google. That statistic sometimes…
Category: My Story
Remembering 9/11 and Honoring Charlie Kirk
On a day etched in our collective memory, September 11, 2001 … a day that I found myself in a waiting room at Johns Hopkins Hospital, anxiously awaiting news about our son Noah, who had just been diagnosed with a fluid-filled cyst in his brain. As we sat in that sterile space, the surreal images…
52 {A Hard Place to Straddle}
52. Life is good. I keep that in mind, but I have to be honest. Life is hard, too. This birthday is not a milestone, unless one is truly just grateful to be here, alive, well, and still ticking. That is enough cause to celebrate. I am grateful to turn another year older, although…
A Different Kind of Father’s Day
In the early morning hour, I opened my Bible to Psalm 30, verse 5: “For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favor is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” This powerful phrase captures the transient nature of sorrow. In ancient Israel, nighttime was often associated with…
Embracing Grief and Gratitude: A Journey of Caregiving and Love
In the quiet moments since my fathers passing, I find myself navigating a sea of complex emotions. Grief is such a perplexing thing, arriving on cue at the loss of someone that we deeply love, filling ones heart with a plethora of emotions like anger, sadness, denial, confusion, and frustration. We can feel the joy…
But God …
But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8 A counselor once advised me to be cautious when using the word “but,” especially in the context of apologies. Phrases like, “I’m sorry, but …” often fail to resolve conflicts. This advice has stuck with…