When Judson first died, I would regularly wake up in the morning with a song in my heart, replaying over and over in my mind.  These songs often spoke directly to my feelings at the time.  It has been quite some time since I have awoken with a song on my lips. The other day

Today was the first time I was asked for a death certificate to prove that Judson is dead and I am actually his “next of kin”.  This request apparently struck a sensitive cord with me because tears pooled in my eyes and I even got a little defensive with the woman on the phone from

Dear family and friends… Another month has passed, making it 19 months since Judson went to live with his Savior.  Arriving at 19 months since his death has triggered thoughts of when Judson had reached 19 months of life.  It was at this age that he welcomed his little sister Jessie into our home and

Here’s another round of Jessie-isms: 1) Jessie walks into our untidy, cluttered room and states emphatically, “You really need to clean up this mess, mommy!” 2) “Are you such a little miracle?” I rhetorically inquire, trying to inform her of what a gift she is to me. “No, I’m a BIG miracle!” she says to

God, give grace! Get me up on my feet…You know me inside and out, you hold me together, you never fail to stand me tall in your presence so I can look you in the eye. Psalm 41:10-12 The Message I have felt like a train wreck the last couple days: in the dumps emotionally,

Around two in the morning last night I was startled awake by a huge, booming reverberation.  My heart was racing as I jumped up trying to ascertain what had created such a loud, roaring sound.  A few moments later, our bedroom filled with a flash of light as intense thunder howled through the silence of

I overheard a conversation the other day in a coffee shop where two women were talking about a friend of theirs who had lost her eight year old child. “It’s been two years!” one of them emphatically stated.  “She is still so depressed.  You’d think she’d be doing better by now.” My heart sank. I

Our dearest friends, Eric and Laura Baesel, whom we have known over eighteen years moved to Texas in 2001.  It was an extremely sad transition for us to no longer see them on a regular basis, but we’ve been blessed to have maintained our friendship, allowing it to even grown over the miles. One of