Clarity in the Blur

It’s strange how blurry those first few weeks of recovery are. I know my wife was there—caring for me and our newborn—but if I’m honest, I barely remember most of it. The days in the hospital, the frustration of not being able to move, and the fog of constant pain all blend. But this photo… … Continue reading Clarity in the Blur →

The Road Between

Leaving camp is always tough. As I watched the last sunset over the Adirondacks, that familiar bittersweet feeling washed over me. The drive back to Chicago was long, but this time it was different—my wife and child flew ahead, leaving me to drive with my brother. It had been a while since we’d spent real … Continue reading The Road Between →

Hope in the Wreckage

At the start of the summer, life was supposed to be filled with joy, anticipation, and the excitement of new beginnings. My son was just three weeks old, and I was preparing to step into my responsibilities as the assistant camp director at Northern Frontier. But in an instant, everything changed. It was an ordinary … Continue reading Hope in the Wreckage →

Together in the Clouds

I always counted it a great privilege to know my aunt Charlotte. Granted, you might say I had advantage with half my family going to the same church. I remember walking down the halls of the children’s wing after Sunday school and I’d see her in her class room. I’d say, “when will Aunt Charlotte … Continue reading Together in the Clouds →