Kenny Anton recounts how a single event brought him to both the heights of joy and the depths of sorrow.
Heights of Joy, Depths of Sorrow
Losing What You’ve Never Had
I love reading and writing stories because they have endings. Our story doesn't have an ending yet—at least not from our perspective. We're still slogging through the thick of it. We don't know what's coming up in the next chapter. All we can do is trust the Author, a Father who loves his children more than I would ever be capable of loving mine.
When Stories Speak
You might have heard this one. I had. And yet, it spoke again and drove its truths down deep.
Back to the Starting Line
"I feel I am about to get back to the starting line of the waiting game again." Tomorrow Laura has surgery.
Gripped
Imani knew there was more than the darkness of her mother's womb. There come days, however, that swallow up even the surest hope. Can we reverse the grip of darkness?
Nine Years and No Children Later
My wife and I have been married for over nine years. In fact, this summer we'll make it ten. Looking back, I thought our lives would follow the pattern I'd seen play out in the lives of so many others. You take it for granted. That's just how things go, right? There's not a category … Continue reading Nine Years and No Children Later
Glimpses of God
I caught a glimpse of God today. He was looking out at me from behind the chubby cheeks of a five-year-old. They were smudged cheeks, and her teeth were rotten, but I knew it was him. So I did the only thing I could. I rummaged around for colored pencils and a few sheets of … Continue reading Glimpses of God