Category: Faith in the Dark Memoir

There is a strange quiet that settles over a home after crisis. Not peace—peace feels too clean, too resolved. This was something else. A quiet that made room for both sorrow and survival. A quiet that felt like the house itself...

Long before I understood what she had walked through, I knew my daughter had a sensitivity to God that wasn’t common in children. She came to faith early—not by pressure, not by imitation, but by something real happening in her...

Forgiveness would be easier if God asked us to do it in the dark—where emotions can hide, where pain feels distant, where the details blur. But real forgiveness doesn’t happen in the safety of shadows. It happens with the lights...

When everything in your life falls apart at the same time, you expect Jesus to show up in a certain way. You expect Him to arrive like He did at Lazarus’s tomb—calling the dead back to life, shifting the atmosphere, proving to...

When your child is wounded, something primal wakes up inside you. A father becomes a wall, a shield, a storm. And yet the days after my daughter’s revelation left me feeling like none of those things—just a man standing in...

The hours after the truth came out moved differently—slow and heavy, as if time itself had forgotten how to breathe. Our home, normally loud with movement and conversation, felt muted. Even the air felt different. Thick....