My mother and father are not only good parents, they are excellent parents because they have been greatly tried and are continuing to be tried. Having a severely disabled and … Continue Reading My Mother
It’s strange how you can come to care about the people whose blogs you read regularly, or even occasionally. I find that I want to know about the major ups … Continue Reading Our Daily Bread
It is right and just to give thanks to God. Why? Because all good things come from God. Life. Love. Joy. Peace. But, what about the other things…? In order … Continue Reading Giving Thanks
Tomorrow, my father is undergoing cardiac catheterization. He’s almost 69 and this procedure is fairly routine, but… This is one of those moments that gives us pause as human beings. … Continue Reading Pauses
You may or may not know this, but – October is Respect Life Month. This is certainly not as “mainstream” as Breast Cancer Awareness Month, which has even caused football … Continue Reading Respect Life – What Does That Mean?
Continued from Hope, Part 1: The Four-Letter Word… I have never wanted to fall for wishful thinking – I have only ever wanted the truth. Before I became a true-believing Christian, … Continue Reading Hope, Part 2: Eternal Perspective
Who amongst us isn’t wounded? Who amongst us isn’t crippled in some way? Who amongst us doesn’t bear the scars of past hurt or the pain of present heartache? To be … Continue Reading The Heavy-Laden One
With Mother’s Day coming, I decided to share this letter that I wrote to my mother nine years ago. For those of you who don’t know me, it’s good to remember, … Continue Reading For My Mother
There are times when I suffer real physical pain. Given the already extremely weak and crumpled state of my body every day and, then, adding another physical ailment (which I … Continue Reading Where Is God in the Midst of My Misery?
My cousin and his niece Facebooked me this image with the following question: “What do the letters INRI stand for?” I wrote back and told them that the letters stand … Continue Reading INRI
I’m a mess. Physically speaking, I’m a twisted, deformed, atrophied mess. Looking at the severe scoliosis in my own x-ray – the Z shaped spine, near horizontal in the thorax … Continue Reading Fearfully and Wonderfully
Living without the use of my arms is… well, odd. Because of my genetic muscle-wasting disease, there are things that I just can’t do anymore. This post is not about … Continue Reading Making the Sign of the Cross: an Opening
This is a message that I plan to leave behind for my loved ones… and so… for everyone. Yesterday, April 6th, I celebrated a milestone birthday – but, really, every … Continue Reading When I Die
Pain is consuming, just beyond control. I eat the building passion, stuffed down my throat, the intensifying energy shooting out my fingers flailing, hard frequency emitting from brainstem my … Continue Reading Pain