I was clicking through pictures of Judson on my computer yesterday, watching the progression of his life and absorbing his infectious spirit captured in the still frames that we snapped during his time on earth.  But as his little face covered my screen and I looked deep into his big brown eyes, the chasm between

It became apparent to me today that I am slowly separating from my intense attachment to Judson’s gravesite.  Over the last couple months I have been spending less time with each visit.  Whereas I used to lie on the grass for hours, the time has gradually been lessening and the intensity of my emotions has

Dear family and friends… We seemed to recognize movement in our grief more significantly this month than we have before.  It was a busy month with the Krabbe Symposium, the first filming for the documentary, Jessie’s birthday, deadlines in working with the publisher for the layout of the book, and vacation on Balboa Island, but

Sitting on a dark wooden bench lining one of the small public docks off Balboa Island this evening, there was a moment where I wished I could have suspended time. A gentle ocean breeze was lightly cooling our sun-kissed skin after a day of playing in the solstice heat.  My tired body perched beside the

My body and soul are constantly groaning, as though every cell and every notion is in a visceral state of yearning. Even the most minute twinge of pain triggers this inexpressible desire for something more, something different, something greater.  It is all the broken pieces of my life longing to be unbroken and complete.  It

I just love the book of Psalms.  David gets it.  He knows how to struggle, cry out, and deeply feel his pain…but he also completely trusts God.  He beautifully wrestles with the truth as it pertains to his woes—not denying his pain, but rather using it to engage his faith. I believe we see into

I took Jessie for her 3 year wellness check-up with our general pediatrician, Dr. K, today.  I didn’t think much of the visit until, after taking all of Jessie Girl’s vitals, the nurse asked me to put a hospital gown on my little lady…  When the practitioner pulled the gown down from a nearby shelf,

Home is where your heart is. There is something about home.  It doesn’t matter where I am, how wonderful it may be, and how much fun I may be having, at some point, I long for home.  Furthermore, when I am struggling, hurting, or in pain at a location other than home, I feel desperate