Wrestling with Jacob

A journal of faith, grief and devotional musings

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  • The Comforter has come

    The image of a mother kneeling and lamenting at her sons coffin draped with an American flag has troubled me this week. We know all too well the depth of sorrow the death of a child brings on a soul. Grief grips you tightly. There were days that I thought I’d never be free from Read more

  • The saplings in our lives

    I called my friend Barry when I was deep in grief and unloaded all my burdens on him. I was angry. I was angry with people and circumstances that day. I spewed all my frustrations on my friend that sunny afternoon. After my release of emotion I apologized for my rant. He replied, “Mike, if Read more

  • Joy comes in the morning

    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

  • Hope in hard times

    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

  • Anymore till evermore

    I don’t hurt the same way at Christmas anymore. I don’t dread the holiday season anymore. I don’t desire to isolate myself at this time of year anymore. This is Christmas number five since my son left this life. There was a time when I felt the heaviness would always return at this time of Read more