As we were reading through various stories in Jessie’s Toddler Bible this morning, we came upon the story of The Widow’s Boy. I read through it like every other story… Why is that poor woman crying?  Oh!  Now you can see!  Her boy has died.  Those people will bury him.  But look!  Here comes Jesus. 

In three months we will reach two years since Judson completed his journey on earth, yet I still find myself disillusioned by the loss.  It is not that I remain confounded by Judson’s absence—sadly, the lack of his presence has now become a way of life for me—it is that I remain disillusioned by the

I woke up this morning with a dull headache and general malaise.  As I lay in bed, trying to gain the energy to take on the day, my eyes settled, as they often do, on the picture of Judson that graces the adjacent wall of our bedroom.  The heaviness in my heart felt more weighty

Jessie had such a fabulous time as one of the flower girls for Uncle Dean and Auntie Sarah’s wedding.  She walked down the isle beautifully, dropping rose petals along the way.  The classic moment came when she reached the end of the isle, having dropped her last petals and declared, “Mama!  Mama!” while looking around

Dear family and friends… This weekend was full of excitement as Sarah and Dean, our dear friends, committed their lives to one another on Sunday, July 26.  It had to be one of the most beautiful, intentional, God-honoring, thoughtful, creative, and meaningful weddings I have ever enjoyed!  And we were honored to have our whole

Judson had a fascination with clocks before he could even speak.  He would regularly point them out to us and “clock” proved to be one of his very first words.  Because he was so intensely enthralled with time-keepers, at one point we even considered decorating his room with numerous clocks.  I also recall discussing whether

As someone in the throes of sorrow, I have regularly had to ask myself, What is healthy grief?  I would imagine this question may also arise in the minds of others who are experiencing grief or on-lookers to someone in the process. In seeking to understand healthy grief, I often find myself asking, What level