This last week we have been walking through some incredibly difficult things with some friends—a situation of deep, deep brokenness, yet a brokenness so very different from our own.  But as I woke up this morning with them on my mind, praying that they be held and kept today, I was intensely aware of the

“Mother’s Day is probably one of the most dreaded days for moms who have suffered the loss of a child. Even, if we have the blessing of other children, there is always that empty chair, that lump in our throat and an indescribable ache in our hearts for that one who is no longer here

In preparation for a recent short interview about Judson, I went back and was reading various parts of Eyes that See.  As I was revisiting my own feelings from the most intense and heartbreaking period of my life, I was simultaneously feeling the tensions of my heart in the here and now. It became apparent

Oftentimes life finds us in a long, long season of waiting—waiting for God to move a heart, waiting for a circumstance to shift, waiting for a relationship to develop, so on and so forth.  Our longings can be for very good things, things that are pleasing to the heart of God, and yet they elude

I received an unexpected phone call this morning from the city of Costa Mesa informing us that Judson’s sycamore sapling at Wilson Park had been vandalized.  For awhile we had been concerned about the tree because its growth seemed stunted; it didn’t appear to be developing as it should.  But the city official on the

“Mama, do you remember the time I dropped all of my CD’s?”  Jessie asked as I was thumbing through the CDs in our car.  “I have a bunch!  The music is really beautiful and I have lots of stories.   I had to pick up SO many CDs.” “I remember that.  You do have a ton,