Faithful Paradox

faithful [ feyth-fuhl ] – steady in allegiance or affection; loyal — paradox. /ˈpær·əˌdɑks/ –  a statement or situation that may be true but seems impossible or difficult to understand

May we learn to be faithful to Jesus, even as we wrestle with the paradox of faith.

  • Patient With Our Doubt

    Doubt is a very real, and not always talked about, part of the Christian life. To be a believer in Jesus means to learn to navigate the doubts that come with it. The Bible says that there is an enemy, Satan, whose only goal is to, “steal, kill and destroy” (John 10:10). His only aim… Continue reading

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  • There Is No Formula

    When I was in my early 20’s, anxiety became a very real and painful part of my story. I accumulated years of sleepless nights as panic attacks would haunt me in the dark. I cannot count the number of times I prayed Philippians 4:6-7, “Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer… Continue reading

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  • Prayer

    Prayer has been hard for me since losing Ezra. I am not sure if I have ever been an excellent pray-er. In times past I have prayed often and fervently, and yet I also find myself in a place where I am questioning the sincerity of my prayers in days past. It’s interesting when one… Continue reading

  • And Epidural for the Heart

    I was a big fan of the epidural. The Bible says that pain in child bearing is a curse and I saw the epidural as a mercy from God to alleviate some of the pain that came with that curse. It was glorious! With my first four pregnancies, I had plenty of time to receive… Continue reading

  • The Grief Gym

    I’ve been thinking recently about how grief has changed; both how grief itself feels different and how it has changed me. It’s different than it was two years ago or even a few months ago. At times, it’s hard to see how grief has changed because it’s still so present in so many ways. This… Continue reading

  • I Wish Grief Was Different

    I wish grief was different than it is. While there is absolutely a clear starting point, there is no end… at least not one that is in sight. I wish there were milestones. I wish there were clearly defined marks that once passed, gave assurance you would never go back. I wish that grief had… Continue reading

  • Nearness

    When Ezra was sick, the 7th floor of Children’s Hospital, the cancer floor, was full of children fighting that cursed disease. There were parents who wore the battle scars of life at the hospital; the wrinkled clothes and messy hair, the simple meals in the kitchen area, the always present 7th floor sticker-name-badge, the dried,… Continue reading

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  • Chats Over Chicken

    I had the opportunity last night to have some one-on-one time with my youngest son. The rest of the family was away at various activities so we opted to go out to dinner, kid’s choice, and then for a drive. He wanted Chick-Fil-A, so we headed up for chicken sandwiches and were able to sit… Continue reading

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  • Two Years

    Today marks two years since Ezra left this earth and entered heaven. Two years. It’s rare for an hour to go by that I still do not think of him. He is so deeply embedded in my heart, so much a part of who I am that when he left this life, a piece of… Continue reading

  • 6,715 Days

    We have had people in our lives tell us that we simply need to get over losing Ezra. This has been a painful word spoken, but as I consider the words, I think it comes from a place of lacking understanding; lacking the emotional compassion to realize that when one loses someone they love so… Continue reading