“What is it about Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob?” I wondered one morning. Sure, He is the God of them, and they are famously known from Hebrews 11 as the patriarchs of faith. And, yes, they are father, son, and grandson, respectively. But as I pondered it all somewhere in the middle of our ten-year family-wait,...
It was the dead of winter, ten years ago yesterday, when I found myself standing waist-deep in the crystal clear water of the Caribbean ocean just a few months before Shawna’s diagnosis. I had just finished photographing an intimate portrait session with a bride and groom on the day after their wedding. We walked the...
I was on the couch with Josh the other night when it happened. Out of nowhere, a memory began to play untriggered, like the movie reel we were sitting there watching. And the words started spilling out of me. So much so that I was suddenly bored with the movie and went upstairs to scribble...
I stitched Jonathan’s name on his stocking last night and carefully tucked it up right there next to his brother’s when it was finished. And I glanced back to look at them all lined up like that and the tears welled up instantly. I know I’ve already said it, but I think the hardest part...
I had been circling Psalm 130’s waiting words for three days. Returning to them. Re-reading them. Digging into them. Unable to shake them. And the next morning, I revisited them once again, this time turning to Charles Spurgeon’s collection of explanatory notes from various pastors, teachers, scholars, and theologians on the chapter. And once again, I found solace in the words.
