On Things Above and Things Here Below

Two days after his seventeenth birthday, the Lord took my dear son Gabriel into His own loving arms, welcoming him home. His brother Lance, was already there. After nearly thirty years of sincere faith in Christ, how could my heart be so devastated and remorseful. Where was hope and joy? Anyone who has lost a child understands the depths of grief that can flood the soul. But heaven? I understood so little about it. At the same time, I more desperately longed for it and especially the fellowship with my Savior than I could have ever dreamt. I cannot boast of these writings. I can only say that they are penned in brokenness and with a deep desire to personally know God better. They are not particularly intellectual but reflect a personal devotion and desire for intimacy with God and His Son. Along this journey, God's loving hand has indeed been guiding. Faith, trust, peace and even joy has been rediscovered. Come and see.