Friday, February 22, 2013

dear jessica,

It's a strange thing to sense joy when listening to someone else's pain. At first blush it seems not only twisted but wrong to be so alive. So I write to you this morning with a sort of confession... not a confession that needs forgiveness, but one that admits the place in which I am living:

I just read your blog entry from yesterday (February 21) and can I say that I've never been more proud to be your father-in-law. Thoughts are racing within my heart now... may I just write as they come:


  1. You extinguished flames from hell with your own confession, stealing the Evil One's arsenal. You tucked his ammo up under your arm, turned and walked toward God... how can anyone shoot without bullets?
  2. I sensed a sorrow in you that was void of pity. No one wants suffering, especially the kind that is an invitation deeper into the black. But I sensed that hope was the concrete at the bottom of your pain, not more woe.
  3. Here in your young marriage I see a leaning toward God together vs. an inordinate dependence on one another that is precarious at best. It begins with a temptation within you that instinctively makes any believer want to reach for help! But Jessica, you are reaching out WITH Will not TO him... Wow!
  4. You are so correct when you say: "in Light is the very Life of God." No words from another suffice, and all other light we have to offer are just candles in a hurricane.
  5. We all need authentic (different than honest & vulnerable) Light-Seekers. Your words of trouble saddened me, of course. But they did not awaken the Christ within me like your beautiful words of hope, flooding my very own soul with the same Hope. I need authentic Light-Seekers, and God has given me you.
  6. Lastly, may I offer a little nugget about the children. Not one other thing is needed for them as you live out your quest together before them. Love God and love one another... THAT is the way you raise up a child! (i.e. - having a good fight with your husband that they can witness may be of greatest help for their little souls. Note the emphasis on the word "good")
You are making me a better man, my dear Jessica.
How many can say that about the woman who married their son?