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I was minding my own business yesterday when a near concussion from a frozen chicken put everything into perspective. I had my head in...

It's funny how fear can feel like doing something, how constant worry can seem like progress. In reality, I become a hamster on a hamster...

“For great is your steadfast love toward me; you have delivered my soul from the depths of Sheol” (Ps.86:13). Sometimes we forget who we...

Tragedy has a way of casting us into a world of contradiction. In the months that followed Shiloh’s death, I wrote pages and pages in my journal that spoke of this contradiction. The months and years stretched before us, and the hope I had felt at her grave gave way to doubt at times. We walked along a precipice of grief, stumbling, while the warmth of the sun continued to shine all around us. Life went on whether we wanted it to or not. I could feel the hollow of it. I coul