I couldn't let go. I was 20 feet up on a climbing wall - the first one I've ever tried - and I was completely frozen. Fear screamed at me not to let go. The longer I stayed there, trying to let go, the more my fear grew.

My entire life, God has been there, in the background - in the shadow of the monument I've built to my marriage, patiently and politely waiting for me to acknowledge Him.

They weren't panhandling. They weren't holding signs or looking for handouts. They were just there, standing in the middle of an abandoned lot near a Subway. And as Cara put voice to my thoughts, I suspected that God was speaking to my daughter in that moment.

Facebook has officially made Valentines Day my least favorite day of the year. Before I was married, I always assumed I disliked the day because I was single. I assumed when I was no longer single, I'd like it. I was so, so wrong.

Today I'm celebrating my seventh anniversary instead of planning a funeral. Chris survived an accident four days ago that should've killed him. I can still barely wrap my mind around it.

The first place I remember randomly running into him outside of our workplace was at the library. He was walking out with a stack of books and I recognized him as the new guy I'd met at work a few days prior. He was brand new to town and I was impressed that he was already at the public library.