House on the Rock

The recap is over. Tracing back over journal entries and digging deep into the recesses of my memory has brought us to now, where I’m no longer recounting days past but reporting on the present.… Read more

I’m not ready to write about this one yet. Not really, anyway. Recapping this journey from August 8 to November 2 has felt almost like a self-enforced mandate — I don’t want to let myself… Read more

Another fall break had come and gone. While driving west on 32, I noticed the most resplendent displays of golden-orange foliage that fell like confetti in the autumn breeze. It led me to reflect on last year’s… Read more

I love the quote by JC Ryle that says “friendship halves our sorrows and doubles our joys.” During a time when it felt like our sorrows were quadrupling, God surrounded us with the most incredible… Read more

Normally in those days, Mom would enjoy a deep and restful slumber, but as soon as someone would begin talking to her or holding her hand, she’d slowly wake up. Things were different on that… Read more

For a long time, I would reflect on my season of engagement and remember the stress. There was sweetness, of course. But also constant list-making, errand-running, and the hectic non-stopness that comes with leaving and… Read more

The word “trigger” is a bit of a buzzword among Gen Z-ers like myself, but triggers have become a harrowing reality of our walk through the valley. So many sights, sounds, and songs from that… Read more

It was the morning of September 26. I was curled up in the fetal position on my in-laws’ living room couch. They conveniently lived ten minutes from the hospital where my mom was transported, so… Read more

As those September days drug on, we began to see signs of hope. During a neurological evaluation of her brain activity, a doctor asked mom her name. After several seconds of silence, she peeled back… Read more