Fight for Joy

I’ve been a husband for three and a half years, a dad to our oldest son for two and a half years, and a dad to our youngest son for seven months. Getting married, the arrival of our first son, and bringing our youngest son home after a week in the NICU, where I felt much like a yo-yo at times, are some of the happiest, most joy-filled moments of my life. Looking back, I think Satan was pretty happy about those moments, too.
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Beauty and the Beast and Gospel Redemption

My wife and I were afforded a date night this weekend and went to see Beauty and the Beast. I thought this was just a chance for me to go see a movie with her that she would like that didn’t involve something blowing up, but God had something different in mind. Despite this being a fairy tale, and a musical at that, when I would normally kind of check out and let my eyes glaze over a bit, God pulled me into the story. God pulled me into his story.
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When God Shows Up

It’s been a crazy ride the past couple of years watching our oldest son, Calvin, grow into the walking, talking, ball of energy that he is now. Sometimes it feels like it was just yesterday when I held him in my arms listening to little baby sounds, or maybe I’m delirious and I’m really remembering his two month old baby brother, Joseph.
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God’s Incredible Grace in the Act of Death

My grandmother died on Friday, August 12, 2016. I’ve thought about whether to write about this, how to write about this, and if it was even possible to intro this delicately. No matter how I’ve approached the topic it’s always this blunt fact staring me in the face. Not allowing me tact or suave. It’s raw and real and maybe it’s supposed to be that way.

Most would say it was cancer that caused this. It’s true, she did have cancer. She fought several rounds with cancer and by God’s grace beat most of them, even the one when we almost lost her a few years ago due to the removal surgery alone.
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A Life Worth Living

Parenting has been simultaneously one of the hardest things in my life and one of the most joy-filled, and joy-producing, things as well. It’s so hard to be woken up at 8:00 in the morning on the weekend, or in the morning at all on the weekend, but nothing compares to seeing that little man smile as he pulls himself up on me after he drinks his bottle and starts to play with us. He’s so happy and playful and it lights up the room.
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