If you are feeling hopeless, maybe you can relate to this poem.

A blog about Job, suffering, and tasteless eggs.

I was exhausted. I laid my head down on Marissa's shoulder, with our son on her other arm, exhaled, and closed my eyes.

"Thank you all so much for your prayers and support. As I go back to school tomorrow, starting a new "first," ima need everybody's love...

"Jordan! It is so good to see you. How are you?" I turned around quickly as I prepared to engage in familiar conversation with someone I...

"Jordan, I think I am pregnant." Sitting up, I mustered all of the energy I could and responded with: "Why do you think that, Marissa?"...

My mind remained shaken as darkness covered my body. I was staring at the closet door afraid of what would happen if I fell asleep. If...

Some of the worst advice my dad ever gave me was...

Seasonal depression sucks, but it doesn't need to consume us.

Sometimes our support system can show us the most love and cause us the most pain during times of loss.

I like the sound of my wife's voice when she's not talking.

When I am struggling to love someone, I am reminded that Judas ate too.

How a dog off-leash turned into a posture of peace.

Hope For Those Who Ask: Do I Even Want To Be Here Anymore?

My heart was not designed to carry this much grief.

Pain Prepares Us For Purpose.

"Sometimes you need to feel the pain and sting of defeat to activate the real passion and purpose that God predestined inside of you.”

Empathy and compassion leave indescribable impacts on those we weep with.

If we replace our unhealthy habits with Holistic ones, the fight for our mental health becomes manageable.

We can't fully accept the gift of love until we journey to the cross and endure suffering.