After Noah’s injury as an infant, seizures ravaged his body for over a year. On his worst day he had 32; I remember not only because it was the highest number we’d seen but because the day before had been nearly perfect as we let him splash in the kiddie pool for the first time. After nearly a dozen medications failed him, desperation pushed us into action, and we started Noah on the Ketogenic ... View Post
When Parenting Faith Gets Messy
Sometime parenting faith can be messy. Last night I consoled my seven-year-old son, Avry, as he cried, his face pink and moist, faith heavy on his heart. He’s at that age when he’s aware of death, and he’s developed a fear of losing his parents. My children have been exposed to a lot of death, as Mike’s family is large and they’ve lost several loved ones in the last two years. I, too, lost my ... View Post