Dear Friend, I was thinking about you today, as I often do. And as I did (as with each time you come to my mind) I once again remembered. I remembered how
Words can do incredible damage, but sometimes they can’t hold a candle to silence. Often it is those words that have been withheld which leave the greatest scars upon us. It is in
Having lived in the trenches of family ministry for the past two decades, I’ve been blessed with the honor of having a front row seat to the private lives of parents
Dear Tamir, You were just 18 months older than my son, Noah. He has the same brilliant light in his eyes that I see in yours; the kind with all the promise
Dear Friend, I was thinking about you today, as I often do. And as I did (as with each time you come to my mind) I once again remembered. I remembered how
Words can do incredible damage, but sometimes they can’t hold a candle to silence. Often it is those words that have been withheld which leave the greatest scars upon us. It is in
Having lived in the trenches of family ministry for the past two decades, I’ve been blessed with the honor of having a front row seat to the private lives of parents
Dear Tamir, You were just 18 months older than my son, Noah. He has the same brilliant light in his eyes that I see in yours; the kind with all the promise