What My Dad Taught Me About Depression, Hope, and the God Who Stays One of the greatest gifts my dad ever gave me wasn’t the ability to answer every question. It was the freedom to admit that sometimes we don’t have the strength to. There was a season not very long ago when I understood…
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We Will Cherish These Times: A Letter From My Father
There are certain pieces of paper that become treasures. Not because they are rare or valuable, but because they hold the voice of someone you love long after they are gone. One of those treasures for me is a birthday card from my father. My dad passed away in 2016 after a difficult battle with…
When the Fog Lifts
Legacy is often misunderstood as something o leave behind when you’re gone. But a better way to think about it is through the image of fog. When you’re standing in a thick fog, you can only see a short distance ahead. Life often feels that way. We don’t know all the outcomes of our conversations,…
Footsteps in the Sand
There is something sacred about a shoreline—the way it holds generations at once, quietly reminding us that time is both passing and present in the same breath. In this photograph, it’s just our feet in the sand—my mom, my daughter, and mine—but somehow it holds so much more than that. It holds a lineage of…