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The pain of losing a child is excruciating. Physically it is exhausting. Emotionally it drains you. Depression will overcome you at times. There were times when I didn’t care if life went on yet I was never suicidal. Five and a half years have passed. Time has left an awful scar to a terrible wound. Read more
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A few weeks before my son Jacob died I watched him have a panic attack. I was helpless to help him as fear overtook him for about ten minutes. He struggled with anxiety, depression and prescription drugs. I believe that his overdose was an attempt to calm himself during one of these attacks. I have Read more
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Four family lives suddenly lost in twelve months time. A nephew, a grandmother, a mother and a son, three of which were laid to rest on the same day. That was May 15th 2014 one year to the day that Justin our nephew died. Rob my 49 year old brother-in-law lost his fight with cancer Read more
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Next month marks five years since our son Jacob died of a prescription drug overdose. My life is nothing like it once was. Thinking on these last five years of flux the only thing that remains the same is God. He is the same yesterday today and forever. My faith has changed. I have changed. Read more
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Its been nearly 5 years since my son died. The three anchors that have moored me in the most difficult days are faith, hope and love. Heartache and hardships truly test the validity of these three foundational Christian principles. I have found that it is impossible to destroy these three things. The ship may be Read more
A journal of faith, grief and devotional musings
Wrestling with Jacob 