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A Mom of Four and Her Road to Recovery

My wife, Liz, is an amazing mom to our four children. We’ve walked through a challenging season with her health that has proven to be both humbling and empowering. As you read her story, we hope it will be both humbling and empowering for you as well. In the fall of 2011, I gave birth to identical twins boys. Despite being born six-weeks early, each weighed six pounds. I knew that pregnancy had done a number on my body, but […]

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Finding Peace and Contentment in the Midst of Life’s Most Challenging Circumstances

The past seven months have been the most challenging seven months in my five years of being a father. Constant illness has shrouded our family and tried to rob us of peace. Whether it’s the health and well-being of those you love, your financial situation, or something completely different, I hope this testimony will provide unshakable truth and unwavering hope despite your circumstances. Our struggles began in October, when our four-year-old twins had their tonsils and adenoids out due to recurrent hospitalizations […]

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The Reality of Depression at Christmas

I’ve recently gained a deeper appreciation for the reality of depression. Whether it was my own naivety or just an unwillingness to get honest about its reality, I refused to go there. But the truth is, many people will spend this Christmas and the coming year in a battle with this ugly condition, fighting chemical imbalances in their brains that predispose them to feel a certain way. And I would never suggest that I have any answers, but I wanted to unpack a […]

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My Four-Year-Old Son Swallowed a Quarter

When God blessed us with three sons, I think He forgot to equip us with the nerves or patience we needed to actually be their parents. But in His own timing, He has gently reminded us to trust Him for those needs. In this case, we desperately needed Him. Earlier this week, as my wife was getting dinner ready, my four-year-old son, Wyatt, began choking. Almost immediately his gag reflex caused him to vomit, sending her into a panic. When I […]

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Confessions of a Wimpy White Boy

When our twins were born five-weeks premature, there was a phrase going around the intensive care unit that wasn’t very becoming. To describe the condition of their underdeveloped lungs, the nurses would often use the phrase, “Wimpy white boys.” I hated that phrase. My sons weren’t wimpy, they were strong, fighting to breathe. But their condition kept us in the neonatal intensive care unit for nearly four weeks. Looking back on those days is difficult, not because of the contraptions […]

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