On Christmas morning, this past year, I opened a box. In that box were two tickets to a Phillies game in Philadelphia. Check the standings and you’ll see why those tickets are likely worth very little to anyone else. But for me, those tickets are priceless. In 2003, my Dad and I began what became… View Post
Making Memories, Praising Struggles, and Writing Meaningful Stories
I want to begin by thanking each of you for your prayers for my dad the past few weeks. I don’t say this lightly. I believe in a God who suffered more than I’ll ever know so that I could experience a joy deeper than I ever deserve. There’s no question the pain my… View Post
Why I’m Glad My Dad Remains In Intensive Care
Last Sunday I received that phone call–the kind that leaves your legs weak and your stomach churning. My dad, who battled congestive heart failure for the past 21 years, was now critical. His heart, on its own, had officially failed. The left chamber was no longer able to pump blood into his organs. They too were shutting down. In the… View Post