Easter is Joey’s favorite holiday. It always has been. Not because of Easter baskets or bunnies or candy or eggs, but because today celebrates the day that Christ has risen from the dead. Joey loved sunrise services, and the Lords’ supper, and the newness of life that Easter brought to the world. She would get so excited about the day coming and would talk about it for weeks, months sometimes. I’m embarrassed to say that my favorite holiday is still Christmas. Partly because

Joey had every intention of home-schooling Indy as she grew up. For many reasons. But life has changed that plan. I have written before about our desire to live our lives with “high hopes and low expectations”... but during the month of January, when Joey and I decided we needed to start researching what and where the next-best option for school for Indy might be…we had no idea that God would lead us to a place called, of all things... ‘High Hopes.’ It’s a Developmental Cente

The first time I came to the place Joey was born and raised in was in April of 2002. It was my first trip with Joey to her hometown and to meet her family. It’s also the weekend that we got engaged. We had been dating for two months. But when you know... you know. And so what is there to wait for. We unloaded our bags and made our way into the small white farmhouse that Joey grew up in—Joey, Heidi, Hopie, and I. It was like something straight out of a movie. The house and set

On Tuesday we laid my beautiful wife to rest. In a grove of sassafras trees behind our farmhouse, with friends and family gathered around, we said goodbye to the greatest person I have ever known. The service started in our barn/concert hall. The last time we were on that stage, was in early October, and Joey and I were singing together. But now, a photograph of Joey was in the spotlight... and I was one of many who were there to honor her. The Isaacs sang “It Is Well With My

My wife’s greatest dream came true today. She is in Heaven. The cancer is gone, the pain has ceased and all her tears are dry. Joey is in the arms of her beloved brother Justin and using her pretty voice to sing for her savior. At 2:30 this afternoon, as we were gathered around her, holding hands and praying... my precious bride breathed her last. And a moment later took her first breath on the other side. As I held her hand and kissed her goodbye one last time... I was remin