I found myself praying something off. Way off, the more I think about it. Pastor fail…I know better. Throughout much of this road—the surgery, the scans, the complications, the quick return of the cancer, the fevers, the dark moments—I’ve found myself lamenting that my girl can’t catch a break. It certainly feels that way. This Friday, Nicole has an important scan to see if chemo is working. Then a few days later we’ll meet with the doctor to go over the results. We’re hopefu

Have you ever heard the theory of YHWH? YHWH is the name God introduces Himself with in Scripture. As you can see—no vowels, which has led us mortal humans to the task of knowing how to pronounce the name of God by filling the vowels in. Many call God, “Yahweh,” adding the A and E. But there’s another theory, and it’s quite beautiful. YHWH are simply breathing sounds. Every breath you take, regardless if you identify as Christian or are a self-proclaimed atheist—every breath

Considered a “Desert Father,” Moses the Ethiopian wrote, “Sit in your cell, and your cell will teach you everything.” God likes to use waiting rooms as classrooms. The lessons are great, but often painful and frustrating. Abraham waited for a son. Joseph sat in prison. David waited for the crown. Martha waited outside Lazarus’ tomb. Each of those waits hurt but weren’t wasted. Right now is a time for waiting. Nicole finished her second round of chemo. It’s been a rough few w

Billy Graham tells the story of admitting to his mom that he knows God is real and near, but doesn’t always feel it. Mrs. Graham responded, “When God doesn’t feel near, He’s probably the nearest—and asking you to walk in ‘super faith’ as He walks with you.” At some level that’s a truth to embrace, yet at the same time encouraging. For the last 15 days, Nicole has been struggling with debilitating high fevers. What we were hoping would be a nice break in chemo at home to spend

Through heavy tears Job’s quivering voice aches… Yahweh’s hand gives, Yahweh’s hand takes. That hand that led Job down so low Is the same hand that we’ve come to now know. It can prove difficult to trust His hand. Especially after it shatters what we planned. And though at times this hand feels terribly fierce, It’s a hand that for my sake was willingly pierced. So in times His hand delivers bitter loss. I will remember it too carried my cross. I have no choice but to embrace