on death and dying.

In the last few months there have been two young women with children who passed in my community, one was very unexpectedly.  As the day of the arrival of my baby comes closer, those things hit significantly closer to home.  After a few minutes thinking about the husbands who will live without their wives, the young kids growing up without their mother, and the challenges they face, I quickly begin to mourn for them, and for all people who are in similar situations.  

A few nights after the second young woman passed away, I was laying in bed with my wife, Bethany, unable to fall asleep, so I spent some time reading posts on the Facebook page of one of these women.  Page after page of memories, prayers, and heartbreak.  After about ten minutes, I saw the irony.   I was laying next to my wife and I was playing on my phone, thinking about death, and how horrible it would be to not be able to be there for my family.  

For the moments I have with my wife, why am I spending them on a device?  In this season of my life when I feel pulled in so many different directions with school, work, and preparing for a child, why am I spending the small amount of time I have with her on my phone?  

Life is too short to be wasting away staring at a screen.  

baby carter 1.0

Since my wife contracted pregnancy... from me... it's been an awesome adventure.  As the arrival of my son or daughter comes closer, my heart has been filled with joy and fear and realizations.  Joyful of the moment when, God willing, our midwife let's me catch the baby, and I get to announce to the world whether it's a boy or girl... fear of my ability to care for a totally helpless human being, and realizations that as I age, my perspective rapidly changes.  

You may have seen this video .  A year ago, it wouldn't have pulled at me, but today life is different.  Today, I know that my child could come at any second and we could be in that situation.  Thinking about that stirs up a whirlwind of emotions in me, and rips me out of my seat.  Is everything ready?  Can we do this?  Are all the arrangements made?  What would happen to the baby?  Why haven't we set up the crib yet!?  

And in it all, I am learning more and more that Bethany and I, and our unborn child are in God's hands, in the shadow of His wings, no matter what that looks like.  And in the end, He wins. 

"And the peace of, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." ~Philippians 4:7