To say that this summer has been a little difficult would be like saying Moses took the Israelites for a little walk in the wilderness. Although I won’t dwell on the details in this blog post, the past three months have been the most trying of my adult life.
During finals week for the Spring semester, I rushed to California to care for my grandfather. (I wrote about that here.) Although that was difficult, it was good to be able to see my grandfather. My father joined me on this trip, and I’m thankful for the time we had to talk in the car and at my Grandfather’s cabin. The day before I left I was able to have a long talk with my grandfather in the hospital as we were arranging for hospice care. I am so thankful that I had that opportunity before he passed away. Although I missed a summer class I had registered for to make this trip, that is a small price to pay to connect with family at such a crucial time.
I returned home – but it was less than a week before my grandfather passed away. Due to the generosity of my father, Lisa and I were able to fly out to California for my grandfather’s funeral. For many reasons, that was a very difficult process. It was good to see family and friends again, but this wasn’t the type of reunion one desires.
Once Lisa and I returned to Dallas, I turned my attention towards catching up on all the work that I had let slide with my responsibilities at church as well as preparing for my Hebrew summer class that would be starting in a couple of weeks. But God wasn’t done with us yet! I was excited and nervous to be preaching my first sermon at my home church. I was sitting at a local coffee shop the Saturday before I was supposed to preach doing some last minute preparation. Then came the dreaded phone call.
Lisa, in tears, told me that we needed to rush Anja (my 8 year old daughter) to the emergency room. I packed up, and drove straight home. To make a very long story short, that sermon I was preparing for was one that would never be preached. We spent several days in the hospital with Anja, going through test after test. She is home now, although we have a long road ahead of us concerning her health and treatment plan. I will fill in those details in a subsequent blog post. (Promise!)
Now I’m looking at the calendar and seeing that the Fall semester begins in three weeks. Where has my summer gone? Both classes I had planned on taking had to be withdrawn from as a result of all that has happened. This could result in my graduation from DTS being delayed a full year, but time will tell. Although this is a summer that I never wish to repeat, even now I can see the lessons God has been teaching us as well as how we have been fundamentally changed as a result. I don’t think we ever will have an answer as to “why” God allows what He allows…But I do know I can trust Him through it all!
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