Perspective, Promise and Presence

There are just two things I want to know when I start hiking a trail. Where does it go? And how hard will it be? For me, the trail is a metaphor for life. For the passage of time. For choices made and not made. I'm also fascinated by the fact that inverting just two…

Waiting for the Light

That's exactly what it felt like.  Waiting for the light to break through. So many strange words. Trisomy 21. "Chromosomal abnormalities." Down syndrome. For the first two days of March 1990, our world felt very dark. Our first child had just been born with a life-altering, if not life-threatening, disability. In those weary 36 hours, long…