grief
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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
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Today I remember my son Jake. 3/3/92-3/26/14 More importantly I remember the words and works of Jesus. Who alone has the power and authority to speak life into the dead, and into a world full of dead men walking. Our words have power but that power is very limited. Actually the power of our words… Read more
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March is a more difficult month than the rest for Stacey and I. It’s been 9 years since our son died. One of the many things grief has taught us is that the depth of our love for Jake is matched by the depth of our grief. Love embraces the soul. Jake was a lover… Read more
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This is our ninth Christmas since our son Jacob died. It seems odd to write that. I felt stuck in time and in grief for so long I thought I’d never get relief. I remember reading and hearing people tell of how the holidays will get easier in time. I’m not sure I ever believed… Read more
Wrestling with Jacob 