Imbalance Recently, I shared a personal situation that had me chained down over the last year. Failing to pray forgiveness for certain siblings left me shackled to sin’s floor. But before, “I forgive you,” came from my lips, I needed grace to pour out from my heart. As I’d admitted in the previous article, after nearly a year since my dad’s passing, there was never an opportunity to grieve his loss. The result is numbness. In this void is also an imbalance of emotional respon

A few weeks ago, our pastor preached about getting through the storms in life. “How firm is your foundation?” he asked. He demonstrated his point by showing a short animated film of a silhouetted stick person who’d built his house on the sand, and another who’d built his house on the rock. And, well, you know how the story goes. The poor guy who’d built his house on sand lost it in a mudslide when troubles mounted. He just didn’t have anything to lean back on. No God to trust

Very recently, my dad passed away. His admission into a local hospital didn’t leave much room for a positive prognosis. Leah and I drove back to my hometown the same day. Fear of his passing loomed over me the entire 8-hour drive. I had to be strong. It was my duty to get us there safe. Over the next days, my siblings gathered at his bedside. We laughed, cried, and tried out-doing each other over family stories where our dad was usually the hero. My wife barely said a word. S