Last night was my longest night since Steve went home. Just the longest, hardest night.   Tossing and turning, reminding myself at 12:23 and 1:37 and 2:15 that the sun would rise, that morning would be faithful to break through mourning, that it could not be otherwise because it is […]

  Every day, I am faced with a choice to see life as beautiful and full or empty and unfair. I don’t think that will ever change (I don’t actually think it changes for any of us, no matter what our circumstances.) The only thing that changes is how easy […]

  “Hey sweet friends – could you do happy hour today?  I have a big favor to ask.”     I remember the very day I sent the text.  I don’t know why it was so hard to do, but it was SO hard to do.  Very quickly, Deanna and […]

  It’s been two dozen days since Steve flew away home. Since then we’ve had a memorial, a graveside service,  escaped to the beach for a week, and returned to the land that we love. Here’s what I’ve learned so far.     I’ve never felt as much pressure to […]

  Steve Stern was born in Detroit, Michigan on April 22, 1962, into a family of great faith and global reach. Before his first birthday, he was on a plane headed for Abraka, Nigeria, where he would spend the formative years of his childhood. Steve loved his life in Africa […]