grief
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It’s approaching 10 years since our son Jacob died. “Feels like a lifetime ago and only yesterday” Stacey commented the other day. Hardship and suffering comes to all. There are no exemptions. Trouble leaves our broken world with questions like, why? What is the point of all this pain? Apart from faith those questions are Read more
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I don’t sing in church. I am a Christian anomaly I think. I rarely tune in to music though I enjoy it. I appreciate hymns and worship music and understand their importance but I am rarely openly engaged in any song. I used to sing a little. Then Jake died and with him died his Read more
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Modern medicine is amazing. Stacey and I both had colonoscopy screens this past week. We both requested the drug propofol for our procedure. It puts you to sleep quickly, it is painless and you wake up alert without memory of anything that just happened. Stacey and I both agreed that the experience with propofol might Read more
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A Prescription for Peace Someone was choking me. It felt as though a sandbag was placed on my chest. I sensed an evil presence and this lasted many months after my son Jacob died. I’d wake up screaming from my sleep and was afraid to return to my sleep. I was not at peace. I Read more
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Saturday we went to be with lifelong friends whose daughter was tragically killed hours before. Words in those times fail and so they should. Our presence and our silence are the best comforters in times like these. Stacey wisely commenting on our time with them said, “There will be time for words later.” We understand Read more
Wrestling with Jacob 