We live in a desert. No matter what part of the planet you consider home, you were born in a desert. We walk a scorched path. The place we call home is the wilderness; a dry and weary land where there is no water. It is possible, even probable, that you do not even realize it. In Genesis chapter 2…
On August 4, 2008 my mom died at the age of 59. This is my story of grief in the months following her death. I choose to tell you this story because grief is widely misunderstood in our culture particularly among Christians. We want it to be quick and easy. Done after the funeral and the provided meals and the…
