Sometimes adversity comes in waves. After learning of a friend’s son’s devastating accident and facing continued struggles at work, I’m reminded that we may not understand what God allows, but we can still pray, give thanks, pursue peace, and trust Him through it.
Families don’t break all at once — they drift, one skipped gathering at a time. A raw, personal look at losing the backbone that held my family together, and what I’m finally doing about it.
Thirty-one years ago, my almost 16-year-old cousin Michael died in a tragic accident on Lake Cumberland. What happened that summer taught me how precious and short life truly is, and why our only lasting hope is found in Jesus Christ.
Life has a way of bringing multiple trials at once. This week I found myself grieving at a funeral while also wrestling with adversity in the workplace. Scripture reminds us that whether we’re facing death, difficult people, or seasons of suffering, God calls us to respond with faith, integrity, and hope in Christ.
I was twelve years old the day I lost my father. I did not understand everything that happened, but I knew life had changed forever. This is the story of that day, the grief that followed, and the God I can now see was there even when I could not feel Him.
How do Christians process grief, loss, and unanswered prayers? In this personal review of Dark Clouds, Deep Mercy by Mark Vroegop, I share how learning the biblical practice of lament transformed my faith and connected me with a community of believers walking through suffering together.