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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
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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
A journal of faith, grief and devotional musings
Wrestling with Jacob 