Wrestling with Jacob

A journal of faith, grief and devotional musings

Jesus

  • The face of addiction

    Overdose. What does that word conjure up in your mind? Put a face to the word overdose and who do you see? I know what it means for me because that is how my son and nephew died. Just ten months apart Justin overdosed on heroin and Jacob overdosed on prescription meds. I have asked myself… Read more

  • Every rose has its thorn

    Grief still lingers. I suppose that many around me that know the story of the loss of our son, and 3 other loved ones are happy for us when good and positive blessings happen in our lives. We get all the smiles, congratulations and pats on the back and all the while grief still lingers… Read more

  • Even the birds have a song

    I still have no song in my heart and I feel almost unchristian to make such an honest confession. I do not make melody in my heart, or whistle a tune or catch myself humming a hymn. My harmonica is tarnished and dusty from lack of use and I have not desired to play it… Read more

  • What love cannot do

    Yesterday, after 28 months, we cleaned out Jacobs bedroom in preparation to sell our home. It is a terrible feeling to box up a life of memories and to bag up items for the trash for goodwill and for storage. The room smelled of my son. Everything we handled told a story that broke our… Read more

  • Naked and unashamed

    There is currently a reality show on TV called naked and afraid. I don’t watch it, so I cannot recommend it as must see reality TV. Have you ever had a dream that you were stark naked in public? Here is a show that makes that nightmare a reality and labels it as entertainment. The… Read more