loss of child
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Jacob was born March 3rd 1992. A chubby and content newborn, nearly ten pounds who could have won a cute baby contest. Soon he was sitting up, soon he was walking, soon he was dressed for his first day of kindergarten. Not long after we were attending football games, wrestling matches, choir concerts and high Read more
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I usually begin to write when grief teaches me something. When the keyboard is clicking grief has had something to say to me. The quiet time between blog posts is a measuring stick of progress I suppose. I am healing and the gaps seem to get wider between the times I feel compelled to write. Read more
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The following is something I wrote a few short months after my son Jacob died. My hope is that it may help you better understand the purposes of God in the midst of pain. Better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting, for that is the end Read more
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Change. If there is anything consistent and constant in life it is that life is full of change. I have noticed that many people have difficulty with changes in life. Drastic changes cause the status quo crowd to become unraveled just a bit. Change. I guess if there is any advice I can give Read more
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Change. If there is anything consistent and constant in life it is that life is full of change. I have noticed that many people have difficulty with changes in life. Drastic changes cause the status quo crowd to become unraveled just a bit. Change. I guess if there is any advice I can give Read more
Wrestling with Jacob 