She was created in 1971 before either of us were born. Built with concrete and wooden 2 x 4s, brick facade and cedar siding, she is a tribute to the decade of my birth. While she has had some updating,
In On 10 – The House, Part Two
InOn10 Catch Ups
In December, I was busy. Isn’t that a surprise? So, instead of writing an #InOn10 post, I posted the video below: And, since it worked so well in December and you Facebook people loved it, I did another video
November Pray Day – But, God.
I’ve been absent here lately. Perhaps noticeably. Perhaps not. I do this when things get messier. I allow and make room for circumstance imposing isolation. Words become too hard to string together in thought, much less speaking or writing them
Sharing Our Story, Showing Our Scars
It’s been 10 years now. We’ve passed the mark and entered into double digits. And, as much as I’m overcome with the magnitude of what we have experienced, I am simultaneously in awe of what we have survived. What we
Preparing for Double Digits-and a speaking engagement
It’s coming quickly. Time does that; circling back around each year as a reminder we’re still in the midst of churning. It’s hard to believe we’re about to mark 10 years of this gig. On August 16th, we’re going to
In On 10- June Pray Day
My gut is stirring with many dreams that suddenly feel possible. Dare I call it hope? And, yet, I also see fresh edges of my fears creeping closer. As a family, we’re making progress. We’re in a place that we are
On the Floor – #inon10
Yesterday, at 5:36pm, my mobile phone began to vibrate on my desk at work. Just coming back from vacation with Corbin, I still had a lot of catching up to do and had planned to close out a few more
#40daysofjoy
I contemplated observing Lent this year. Like somehow if I checked that box, God might heal Danny. Please tell me I’m not the only one who tries to do the right things in order to get what I want from
Redemption – December Pray Day for Danny
I was wrecked. Again. I know you’re surprised. We were set on the rhythm of rush; a typical Sunday morning. I got Corbin settled into his Sunday School class and then entered the near dark auditorium looking for Danny. I
A First to Remember
It’s a rare occasion that we celebrate firsts, now more than nine years later. With change so gradual, almost invisible to the untrained eye, it’s a challenge to be able to pinpoint progress and to see it consistently. Yet, and