An Essay: Processing is a Bit#^ Difficult

Two eyebrows suck in and point up. The cheeks clasp and the lips open without a sound as the face slants to the northwest.

“Hey John, how are you doing?” said the friend, the other friend, another friend, a co-worker, an acquaintance, the friend of the friend, someone I don’t know, another person I hardly know and another friend.

“Amen! Praise God! Rejoice! Will is in heaven!! ” Wait, no, that’s not what I said. I think I just made that face and that was about it.

I received a text message several months ago that my brother-in-law (Will) was in a gravely serious condition. I made a phone call to a doctor friend to clarify the news and indeed got word Will may only have days to weeks to live.

Will’s more than a brother-in-law to me.

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He’s a best friend.  A brother.  My only brother.  A mentor.  My hero.  And a host of other things but… back to the story.

I cried.

And I cried.

And I bought an airline ticket, grabbed my suit, and flew to LA devastated by the news.

I walked into the hospital room, saw him lying motionless in his bed, looking disfigured, and I started crying.  I couldn’t bear seeing him like that.  I couldn’t bear knowing I wouldn’t see him at all soon.  My sister Kelli also joined in the orchestra of tears.




Then Angie (my sister, Will’s wife), stepped in with a battlecry.  “This is not a room of tears.  If you need to cry, step outside.  This is a room of prayer.  And of hope.  William is still with us and as long as he is with us, we are going to continue to believe and pray for Will’s healing.”




I was sold.  More than sold.  I was excited!  No more tears.  Only hope.  I mean, why not hope?  We serve the God who heals the sick and raises the dead.  Why I had I assumed so easily that a medical diagnosis was the final answer.

Matthew 7:7 “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find”

I left a week and a half later, returning with an unused suit and a renewed hope.  I continued to pray, occasionally fast, while continuing to hope and believe for Will’s healing.

I began combing the Scriptures for instances of healing and found out that was pretty much what the Gospels had to offer.  I wrote down every reference of healing in the New Testament.

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Hope, healing, and redemption.  Jesus was going around healing people like it was his job.  And I think it was.  And my understanding of authority and faith continued to grow as I began to study what authority truly meant and the authority I had been given by Christ.

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Mark 16:17-18 And these signs will accompany those who believe: In my name they will drive out demons; they will speak in new tongues… they will place their hands on sick people, and they will get well.”

Luke 9:1 When Jesus had called the Twelve together, he gave them power and authority to drive out all demons and to cure diseases.

My faith increased and increased.  It didn’t just increase without resolve.  I got excited about it.  Real excited.  I started praying for people all the time.  After every church service, I would go to the prayer room just to find people to pray for.  I wanted to breathe life and hope into others through prayer and through the power of the Word of God.  And my family’s faith increased.  My sister Kelli was getting up 45 minutes early to circle around her house (Angie and Will’s former house) and pray for them.  My mother was circling every morning in prayer as well, circling the clinic in which Will was receiving treatment (in reference to Joshua 6:15).  And with each passing moment, we believed more and more that not only could William be healed but that he would.

Psalm 103:1-3 Praise the Lord, O my soul; all my inmost being, praise His holy Name.  Praise the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits –  who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases. 


The doctors had given Will a short timeline to live.  Many Christians were already ushering Will into heaven.  “He’s run his race.”  “It’s time for him to go to his eternal home.  This is not his true home.”  Cool, thanks for that advice, it’s pretty helpful as he’s here on earth fighting for his life.

If Will was ready to head on to heaven, maybe that would be ok.  It’d suck but it’d be ok.  But he wasn’t.  He was in the fight of his life, literally.  And we were with him.

From the #goteamgray blog – – “That morning I (Angie) asked him if he was ever tired of fighting so hard. He said, “Yes.” I asked him what keeps him fighting. He said, “I just want to glorify God here… and I got stuff to do” (in his typical “I got stuff to do, people” voice).”

And if he wanted to stay and glorify God in his life on earth, we were gonna fight and pray with all we had for him to stay here.





We put all our hopes and fears before God and trusted in His power.  We brought in elders to pray for his healing according to James 5:14-15  Is any of you sick?  He should call on the elders of the church to pray over him and anoint him with oil in the name of the Lord.  And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise him up.

We believed with faith that could move mountains according to Matthew 17:20  …”Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move.  Nothing will be impossible for you.”

We prayed and we fasted.  Matthew 17:21 But this kind does not go out except by prayer and fasting.

We anointed his body.  Mark 6:13 They drove out many demons and anointed many sick people with oil and healed them.


Will continued to fight and showed small signs of improvement.  He regained some strength and a bit of energy.




Will receiving Gold Record for co-writing the single, “Do You Remember” on Blake Shelton’s album

And the days went by.

And the weeks went by.

And the months went by.

And William was still with us.  In fact, William was celebrating his 33rd birthday with many of his friends.




News did not get much better in regards to the outlook for his healing but he seemed to be improving greatly.  He was moving around.  And most of all, he was present.  We loved having him “back.”

And we continued to pray and continued to fast and continued to cry out to the one and only God who could save Him.  Psalm 34:17 The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them; He delivers them from all their troubles.

And when Will took a dramatic turn for the worse, our faith was questioned but not shook.  Once again, Angie engaged us in continued prayer and hope for life.





We continued to believe more than ever.  We needed God more than ever.  All of our chips were on the table.  Our backs were against the wall but our faces were turned towards Him.  Everything we had was in God’s basket per se.  With people all over the world, doctors, and others thinking Will’s race had been run – we, along with so many others around the world, said…. “God, we believe you can heal Will and we trust you for His healing.  Our hope is in You.”

… and as Will slowly faded away…


…he did just that,

he faded away.  To no applause.  To no angels in the sky.  To silence.

Will was gone.


Tears followed.  But belief still reigned.  There was no doubt that God could still raise Will and for the next couple of weeks, a continued hope that He would was still there.

John 11:43-44 Jesus called in a loud voice, “Lazarus, come out!”  The dead man came out.

Acts 9:40 Turning to the dead woman (Peter) said, “Tabitha, get up.”  She opened her eyes…and sat up.

Acts 20:9-10 Eutychus, who was sinking into a deep sleep, fell to the ground…and was picked up dead. Paul went down, threw himself on the young man and put his arms around him…”He’s alive!”

John 14:11-12 I tell you the truth, anyone who has faith in Me will do what I have been doing.  He will do even greater than these, because I am going to the Father.  And I will do whatever you ask in My Name, so that the Son may bring glory to the Father.

But God’s response was the same, silence.


“Hey John, how are you doing?” said the friend, the other friend, another friend, a co-worker, an acquaintance, the friend of the friend, someone I don’t know, another person I hardly know and another friend.

It’s not an easy question.  Not only did I lose someone who I love, someone who will absolutely never be replaced in mine or my family’s life, mostly my beloved sister, I was left with a bucketful of promises and a silent God.

Feeling like Elijah versus the prophets of Baal (1 Kings 18:18-40) and ending up with mud on our faces, as if our God was the one sleeping.  “Hey God, here we are…our hope is in You”  …silence…  “God, we’re praying, and fasting, and trusting, and hoping…God, we are doing everything You have asked.”  …silence…  And the world wins.  The doctors win.  All those who felt Will couldn’t be healed win.  Everyone who put their hope in Will’s diagnosis wins.  It appears as if 10,000 prayers weren’t enough.  As if simple prayers and faith weren’t enough.  And that’s hard, real hard.

I’ve never met anyone with more faith than my sister Angie.  With doctors giving up all hope – with many Christians giving up hope – She defied the doctors diagnosis.  To proclaim hope when no one else would.  To stand up for God’s power and greatness when no one else would…

(Hebrews 11:6 And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him.)

…And then to receive silence in return.  That’s hard.  What is the reward?  Seeing a beloved tortured for 10 months, having him die, then having those images burned in your mind, having to move from your home, your city, your community without your beloved…


I do trust God.  Our whole family’s hope is still in Him (Thoughts from 35,000 feet).  There is nothing else or anyone else to turn to.  It’s just the difficulties and reality of what we are facing.

It’s not as if I should be afraid to question God,  He’s bigger.  He’s big enough.  He needs no validation.  He is who He is.  My questioning means nothing.  I mean, He could Job me. (Job 40:1-2) The Lord said to Job “Will the one who contends with the Almighty correct him?
    Let him who accuses God answer him!” He goes on to tell Job how great and awesome and wise He truly is.  I would probably be completely terrified if God did speak to me like that, but at the same time, I think I’d prefer that over the silence.  It would be nice to know He really is here and cares for us.  But I would probably die at the presence of His voice and glory.  A win-win? (to hear God speak – and to die)  Or a lose-lose?   (to hear God speak – and to die)

And as I question and process, my hope is that He would indeed encourage us to question and dive into the mystery of Himself.

And so I do.

But it’s not so much questioning Him.  I believe in Him.  I believe Jesus is the Son of God who died for my sins.  It’s more of a wonderment.  I am puzzled.  I am puzzled at this great God who seems to have, for lack of better words, let us down.  I don’t believe He has, but it seems…

We were engaged in a fierce battle for William’s life.  We fought with everything we had.  We trusted and believed God and the power of His Word and promises.  And yet, were we fighting against Him the whole time?  I mean, I’m sure He heard us, heard our prayers, saw our tears.  But then… decided not to respond?

People talk about the compassion and humanity of Jesus when he was moved to tears at the death of Lazarus and the sadness of His friends (John 11:35).  So what did He do?  Oh, He just raised him back to life.  Here people, have your friend and brother back.

Jesus did cry… and then brought Lazarus back only minutes later?  Yet others of us are left in tears for a lifetime.

When the woman bleeding for twelve years (Matthew 9:20, 22) touched the edge of His cloak, did Jesus respond in silence and continue walking through the crowd?  No, power went out from Him and she was healed.  I’m pretty sure we were pulling Jesus’ cloak as hard as we could.  We were like the four men dropping Will through a hole in the ceiling (Mark 2:3-12) and laying Will at Jesus’ feet, only to have the Master continue teaching as Will died in front of Him.


Sometimes I picture William being healed, his face being restored and him sitting up and all of us rejoicing and celebrating the Lord and Will’s life.  And I just imagine how much worship would scream out of my body to our All Mighty and All Powerful God.

…and then in my head, I hear others saying, “you should worship God like that regardless.  Don’t worship Him for what He can do but for who He is.”

But that is the question indeed.  Who is He?  I can worship Him for who He is for sure but that is a question we all know in part, and I am realizing that more than ever.  We are far too quick and too fair to shout words of praise that we don’t understand, to sing lyrics that we don’t abide by, and to live (recklessly) rather than to love recklessly.

I remember Will saying “Everyone’s theology is about 20% off.”  I thought at the time, “That makes a lot of sense.”  Now I think, “Maybe everyone’s theology is about 20% right.”  And God is just that much bigger and mysterious than we can understand.

My God is Powerful – but He doesn’t always use His power.  My God is Merciful – but oftentimes, it does not seem so.  My God is the Healer – but only when He chooses (earthly-speaking).  My God is Loving – and I’m not sure how that exactly fleshes itself out on earth.  I hear people talk about crawling up on God’s lap and things like that that sound really nice and cozy.  But I also crawled up on God’s lap and watched my brother die, knowing He had the power to rescue him.  And this does not even compare to Angie’s experience which has left her simply trying to breathe (Just Try to Breathe).

I often hear people say that when you pray, God responds with a yes, no, or wait.  But 2 Corinthians 1:19-20 says For the Son of God, Jesus Christ… was not “Yes” and “No,” but in Him it has always been “Yes.”  For no matter how many promises God has made, they are “Yes” in Christ.”…. That sounds like a lot of Yes’s to me.  In fact it seems like all Yes’s.  But the Bible is littered with a lot of No’s.  No’s to God’s promises.  This “Yes,” maybe is simply referring to our salvation and redemption.  But if this is the case, someone please keep your Jesus Promise Books from me because those promises simply aren’t true.  …at least, in the way we perceive them to be.

Promise – God will rescue you.  Our Perception – God will get me out of this and make things better.  Real Life – God might just let you suffer and die.

Just because He is rescuing you doesn’t mean He’s going to rescue you like He did someone like David, maybe He will rescue you from earth entirely as you greatly suffer along the way.


I thought during Will’s story that there was a good chance he was a modern-day Job.  Dealing with unruly and intense, undeserving suffering.  Day by day, suffering more and more and more and more.  Pain that was unbearable, unimaginable to most of us.  A tumor breaking the bones in his eye socket.  A tumor on his spine.  Cancer in his lungs.  Cancer in his bones.  Cancer in his pelvis.  Cancer in his lymph nodes.  Tumor on his sternum.  G-tube in his stomach.  Eye removed.  Part of jaw removed. Unable to open his mouth, unable to speak or to walk, legs the size of arms, liters and liters of fluid filling his lung cavities, hooked up to machine upon machine….

I was expecting and waiting for the healing and the double blessing heaped on top for his faithfulness.  …video recorded right before finding out the cancer had returned –

Job 42:10  After Job had prayed for his friends, the Lord made him prosperous again and gave him twice as much as he had before.

I was wrong.

I also imagined a spiritual battle.  A warfare.  A fight in the heavens for Will’s life, Will, God’s chosen servant.  “Have you (satan) considered my servant Will?” in reference to Job 1:8.

And now, I felt, we were all engaged in this battle.  Having prayers intercepted…

Daniel 10:12-14 Then he continued, “Do not be afraid, Daniel. Since the first day that you set your mind to gain understanding and to humble yourself before your God, your words were heard, and I have come in response to them. But the prince of the Persian kingdom resisted me twenty-one days. Then Michael, one of the chief princes, came to help me, because I was detained there with the king of Persia. Now I have come….”

…and continuing to pray and fast.  Isaiah 58:6,9 “Is this not the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke…. Then you will call, and the Lord will answer; you will cry for help, and He will say: Here I am.”

And yet, when we prayed with authority and confronted evil… silence.


One of my favorite things to do in this life is to pray.  I guess I should say, it was one of my favorite things and I dearly wish it to be again.  I want to pray and believe God hears and responds.  But right now, I can’t.  I did pray.  And God didn’t respond.  Something, anything, would be cool.  Just to know He’s there.  And He cares.  One might say, “He does care.  He counts the hairs on your head (Matthew 10:29-31).”  Yet one might also say, “believe and it will be moved, ask and you will receive, where 2 or more gather”…

Matthew 18:18-20 “Truly I tell you, whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven.” “Again, truly I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything they ask for, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven. For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.”

I miss seeing a beautiful sunset and saying, “thank You.”  It’s hard to be thankful when the thing you want the most is not here.  It’s hard to be thankful to God when what has happened has literally crushed your family and sister when you know God had the power to keep that from happening.  I miss reading and embracing the Word of God.  That’s where I would always end up for wisdom, for guidance, for anything.  And now, I feel like I’m on my own.  Just trying to live this life through sheer will-power and determination.  And I will give you an update on that, I suck.  I am a pretty lame dude on my own.  I really need God a lot.  But when you feel someone doesn’t care about you (your family), they aren’t really the type of person you want to spend time with, you know?

I went for a walk the other day in prayer towards God and the first thing in my head was, “God, are You an imaginary best friend or are You real?”…

“I talk to You like You are (real).  But You respond like You’re not.”

I wrote, “Our whole lives – we’ve just believed.  And then when it came to where we needed God to come through, its as if He failed.  I don’t get it.  I don’t believe that He failed because I don’t believe that’s who He is but it just makes me …. ———–“

That’s as far as I got.  I don’t know what it makes me.

Now would this feel different had we accepted Will’s fate as death and trusted in the doctors rather than having faith in God for healing?


We would have celebrated the last days of Will’s life the best we could.  We would have said our ‘I love you’s’ and our ‘goodbyes.’  We would have thanked God for a life well lived.

But God did not give us a peace in accepting death as Will’s fate.  Instead, He gave us tremendous will to fight.  He gave Angie supernatural grace and strength to enter into Will’s pain each day on little to no sleep or food for 10 months.  God sent the perfect people each day, each week, to support, help, and serve Will and Angie every step of the way.  God was there!

And yet, God left Will’s body tormented.

It was as if He was fighting with us but not for us (in how we wanted Him to be for us, that is).

Journal Exceperts between July 25-Aug 12

Journal, July 25: “I guess I just don’t get God.  I don’t get this life.”

Journal, July 27: “Last night, William Gray went to be with the Lord.  Lord can we please have him back?  Who can praise You from the grave?”  Psalm 6:5  Who can praise You from the grave?

“Worldly speaking, God seems a bit unjust, cruel, and that He let us down.  I’m sure those things aren’t true and that Will has the most beautiful of perspectives but wow, is this hard.  And how is this fair to Angie?  And, oh the thousands he was reaching.  The music he was writing.  The love that he offered the world.  We love you Will.  I love you Will.  I will miss you forever.”

Journal, July 29: “There is a hole in my heart, in our hearts, in my family.  And devastation to the core in Angie.  I don’t think I get it – at all.  We put our complete hope and trust in God and it feels like He let us down.  Where was He?  Is He trying to make us understand that life on earth is miserable? – it’s working.” …. “Where was He?  Why did He, how did He not come through for us?  We prayed, fasted, anointed, elders, healing teams, tongues, etc. – What did You want from us?”  God was conspicuously silent.  The whole time.  We don’t understand.  When we needed Him the most – He didn’t show.  He showed for Lazarus (Mary & Martha), he showed for Elijah… (we are men just like Elijah – so the Bible says).” James 5:17 Elijah was a man just like us.  “Dorcas was raised because of her good deeds and love and she was like 60. And not Will?! Known for his good deeds and love, married and 33?  I don’t understand.”  “Ask and you will receive – what?” “You have not because you asked not” – we asked.  “What did You want from us?  You had 10 months of us praying, crying, fasting, sacrificing – us as in an army of people – Did You ignore us?  Did You really hear our prayers?   Did You respond at all?  Do You care about Angie?  What is Your plan for her?  Did You consider her when You took Will?  And I understand there is nothing required of God.  But could He not give us a peace.  Or yell at us like Job, “How dare You question Me?!” Something please……      just silence.  Help me out – what am I missing here?  I thought You were God.  I thought You were all-powerful.  I would lay my life down for You.  And yet, You can do anything and chose us not only to suffer but to be without.  I believe in You.  I believe You are God.  I believe You are powerful.  I believe you love us.  I just don’t understand.  Help us God.  Help us understand.  This is terrible.”

Journal, July 31: “Hello God!!  Hello!!!  Are You there?  Are You awake?  We know You are.  Why do You withhold from us?  Your Word says You withhold no good thing.  You withheld Will.  So he was bad?  I don’t understand.  I feel rude questioning You because I do believe – with all my heart.  I just don’t understand.  It feels as if You left us.  As if You left us in our greatest time of need.  Where are You?  Please bring William back to us God, please.  Not only for him, but to show You God.  Show us who You are.  You are.

Journal, August 1: I’m still not sure what to do with God.  I believe in Him and believe He knows what He’s doing – but its gonna be hard to cry out to Him, to love and receive love, to trust He will respond or react to my prayer.  God, I love You.  I don’t understand why it seems as if You’ve let us down.  It doesn’t make sense and we miss Will so much.”

Journal, August 12: “I’m not sure what to say. We just love and miss Will so much.  And I’m still not sure how to process God in this.  When the prophets of Baal called on their gods and there was silence    – yeah, that’s how we feel.  But that doesn’t make sense.  We are serving You, the Almighty and Awesome and Powerful God.  Right?  Aren’t we?  I hope so.  I really hope so.  But it seems our prayers fell on deaf ears and now we are without the one we love and care for the most.”

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I do pray and hope that we, #goteamgray, and all those who loved Will so much come away eventually with a much deeper and richer faith.

I want to believe life is worth living.

And that is one thing Will did.  He lived.  He lived well.  (Most importantly loving his Lord, his wife and so many others but also creatively and artisticly speaking, he left a legacy as well – … he produced a movie, Broke*,

was an incredible musician (Will Gray Music), sought to bring hope to the world (Will’s Manifesto – written) (Will Tribute Video from Memorial Service)

and performed music in a way that touched the hardest and the softest soul (Hush), (Pressure Man), and my favorite – Top of the World…

I’ve got to believe there is something bigger “behind the curtain” that I simply can’t see right now.

I’m not down on God or His Word.  I still believe His Word to be true.  But I have been left in a great mystery.  My argument isn’t against God – my argument, if I were to have one is that life is real.  And life is difficult.  And life often, doesn’t make much sense.

I take hope in John the Baptist.  Someone who Jesus knew intimately, but failed to rescue.  John even questioned if Jesus was really the Messiah (Matthew 11:2-4) when things got difficult for him, even though he had baptized Jesus (John 3:13-15).

I’m not sure why God often seems so silent.  I don’t believe He is.  I believe He is always speaking through nature (Romans 1:18-20), through people, through His Word.  I do believe that according to Luke 12:7 “the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”  I do believe that but it makes now really confusing… so You loving and caring for each of our hairs means 10 months of torture for Will and then the loss of our beloved.  That’s a weird way to care for and love us.

And that’s where we’re getting.  I still believe God does love and care for us.  And I believe Will knows that more now than all of us.  But in Will’s words (Video – 2:54) while suffering, “I believe that God loves me.  Umm, I think He has a strange way of showing it.  But I don’t come to it with a sense of entitlement.”


As someone rightly stated to Angie, “Our experiences change how we view things.  And your whole life (how you view it) is completely changed forever.”

I’ve traveled around the world sharing the Gospel, sharing hope, teaching the Word of God to those who have been abused, raped, tortured, left to die, unwanted.



How quick we are to toss out words we have yet to understand.  How quick I have been to toss out words I have not understood.

I’m starting to understand.  If just a bit.  The hurt.  The pain.  The reality that most people endure in this life and that I have been so immune from.


I have offered some prayers while writing this.  I in no way want to be condescending towards the Father.  It is confusing.  It does hurt.  It doesn’t make sense.  But the whole nature of God’s Kingdom is flipped upside down.  Jesus, as King, entering Jerusalem humbly on a donkey (Matthew 21:7-9).  The King being betrayed by His own people.  Crucified, on a cross.  Taking the sins of a people who turned their backs on Him upon Himself.

That’s upside down.  And Will’s story is upside down too.  The silence of God is one of the hardest, if not the hardest part but my hope is that there is a greater plan.  Maybe He wasn’t ignoring us when we laid Will at His feet.  Maybe Will was a chosen one.

Quite possibly the greatest and most gifted talent (musically) of his generation, and yet, virtually undiscovered.  A more gracious, loving, compassionate human being than anyone I’ve ever met – and dead at 33.  A true influencer of influencers, shaping culture, and building relationships with people you and I never could – taken off the earth in a flash, with what seems – work undone.

There are thousands of layers of “I don’t get it.”  Thousands of layers of hurt.  And thousands of layers of, “We just miss and love him so much.”

I wish I could put on a happy face, enjoy life again, trust in the Lord’s goodness… but right now I can’t.  I hope one day again I can listen to praise music.  I hope one day again to listen to a sermon without rolling my eyes.

It’s the not understanding that makes it so hard.  Losing mom or dad would have been hard but I would have been grateful for the lives they lived.  Seeing your sister lose her husband, her love, her best friend, her everything… that’s a lot harder.  God’s silence, that makes it even more difficult.  And confusing.  A God who seems by His Word, to be all about relationships and caring, … and then in real life, when you need Him the most, He seems absent.  That’s hard.  That changes everything.  And that’s what we are wrestling with.  I want to believe He does care, and I do.   But something’s amiss right now.  I begin to pray as always for wisdom in certain situations and relationships and life and then as I begin to pray… I hesitate… and I think “If God couldn’t answer the biggest prayer I could pray, why would He care to answer now.  And I don’t even want Him to answer if I do pray because then it’s like, “Really, You’re gonna answer this one?!! …and then I usually stop praying.

God as a Father.  As a lover.  A relationship with Him – I get all of that.  I get it.  I’ve experienced it.  I desire that.  I’ve noticed how often my default is God – every time something good happens I want to thank Him.  Anytime something bad happens, I want to come to Him.  And yet, now I cringe either way.  I hate that.

I am glad that He spared Paul sorrow upon sorrow (Philippians 2:27) but He has heaped sorrow upon sorrow upon us.  And it is too much to bear.  We have been crushed.

“God will never give you more than you can handle.”  How true it is… not.  And we, our family, those who love Will, and mostly Angie have been crushed.  Our very hearts have been ripped out of us.  We are all at a loss of where life goes from here – it is all too much for us to handle.  Positive, uplifting clichés are out – reality is in.  Our hearts have been crushed.  Our view of God has been crushed.  Angie’s life and home have been crushed.  We could pray for joy but we don’t want joy.   Somehow feeling miserable feels better.  Some friends abandon you, not because they don’t care or love you but because they don’t know how to be around you.  Others give you advice when advice is the last thing you desire.  It’s a process that literally is a bit&^ and it really sucks.

For Angie’s great faith (Hebrews 11:6), believing God for the impossible, she has received the loss of their child (through miscarriage), an early death of her husband, the loss of her community and church as well as her job.  Sometimes God’s upside down kingdom is seriously hard to understand.

Angie gave me a perspective on a passage that I had never seen.  In the book of Job, personally, I have always looked down on Job’s wife for her words to Job, “Curse God and die” (Job 2:9).  But Angie said, “I understand.  I understand where she is coming from.  We forget that she also lost her children.  She was losing her husband.”  It’s always easy to look at the one cursing God rather than looking at their story.  As Will shared, “I love stories.  There’s always character growth.  One moment to the next, people are evolving.  They’re changing.  They’re growing.  So I would say, just wait.  Be patient.  Because your story, (tears), your story can change (tears), just the way mine has, just the way Angie’s has.  It can change.  Just wait.”  Knowing someone’s story changes everything, literally.

Life on this earth is terribly unfair.  I’d venture to say there are many more questions than answers.  And we need each other.  We need to live inside of each other’s stories as best as we can.  Maybe the silence of God, is actually the voice of you and me.


Jesus told His disciples to eat His flesh and drink His blood (John 6:55).  That was pretty confusing and still is today.  But there is a principle in there too.  John 6:60  On hearing it many of His disciples said, “This is a hard teaching.  Who can accept it?”

I don’t really know how to process this or what to do next.  I don’t think anyone in my family or #goteamgray knows how to.  The processing will continue for a lifetime.  And I hope God will speak to us at some point.  It’s a hard teaching that none of want to accept and that none of understand.

But our response is the same as the disciples on the day so many left because they couldn’t grasp or get their minds around what Jesus was saying.

John 6:68-69 “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life. We have come to believe and to know that you are the Holy One of God.”



Update:  It’s been about a month since I wrote this.  I can’t say a lot has changed.  My feelings are about the same.  My soul has grown a bit softer.  I wish my heart was at peace.  I wish more than anything that my sister was well.  But the intensity of the situation doesn’t wane in only weeks or months.  3 things I would add since writing:

1 – I had a 5 hour drive ahead of me… alone.  I was not anticipating this at all.  I used to love things like this.  I would pray, worship, and listen to sermons and have a beautiful time.  I wanted to do none of that and yet I didn’t want to waste 5 hours.  So I figured it would be a great time to try and pray again.  So I turned off my radio.  I sat quietly and thanked God for my family.  I thanked Him for my parents.  And I thanked him for my sisters.  And then I started crying and prayer time was over.  Sometime, someday, I will try again.

2 – I’ve begun to struggle semi-severely with anxiety.  Heart racing, veins pumping.  Trouble getting to sleep and staying asleep.  Trouble eating at times and not burying myself in a worried mess or distracting myself with idleness.  I think I used to simply go straight to Scripture whenever a struggle came up and I would meditate that Scripture into my life.  I’m not at a place I can do that right now so its more about just doing things on my own and that creates such anxiety in my heart and mind.  I plan on seeking counseling which has been recommended to me several times over the last couple of months.

3 – One thing I have seen throughout the last year is the Body of Christ.  A major theme of the last year has been God’s silence.  But has He truly been silent?  Or has He been shouting His love through His people?  Because His people (you) have been loving so well and just as intensely.  God definitely provided such a beautiful community around Will and Angie and people to love and support every step of the way, wherever there location was.  And even now, He has provided me with such incredible people who listen to me pour out my heart, and questions, and thoughts and simply wrap me in love.  The Imago Dei (image of God), has no doubt been seen countless times over in the most recent season of life, and in that is hope.



What Love between Real Life Superheroes looks like

I was 17 years old and on the search for a college.  My first official visit – Union University in Jackson, Tennessee.  Both of my sisters went or were attending there so I decided to visit as well.  There was a talent show that night at the school and I heard that a really cool band was playing.  Turns out they were more than cool, they were the most amazing crew I had ever heard and instantly were my favorite band.  One of the guys was tall, played basketball, was the epitome of cool and could beatbox and rap like none other – I told my sister Angie I wanted to meet him so we could be friends.  She said she couldn’t introduce me because she didn’t know him.  I told her to do so anyways.  She refused.

12 years later, that guy is one of my best friends.  And not only that, he’s my brother-in-law.  Will and Angie started dating a year after my failed attempt at being his friend.  I looked up to Will.  He was a role model, a best friend, and a mentor, wrapped up into one person.

Me and my other sister Kelli would get together and figure out how we were going to secure Will as part of our family.  Obviously, we wanted him to marry our sister but we said regardless, we are finding a way for him to be our brother.

A couple of years later, he was our brother.  And the 3 of us siblings became 4.  We live in 3 corners of the states (Oregon, LA, and DC) but we see each other as much as we can.  We aren’t only family.  We are best friends.

Angie and Will’s 8th anniversary is next week on November 27th.  Their marriage is one to admire.  One of extreme faithfulness, commitment, support, and encouragement through incredible highs and lows.  Not only do I love being around them, I learn what a marriage should look like.  I ask Will questions and he answers with wisdom, grace, openness, and experience.

Sometimes, after getting to know someone, the admiration can wear off, the holding someone in high esteem can fade.  But to me, Will hasn’t become less of a role model, he’s become a superhero.  He has his flaws, sure, but if you knew him, I think you’d agree.

Last year at this time, I was in LA to celebrate Thanksgiving with Will and Angie.  Today, I am in LA to see Will and Angie as well.  Unfortunately it’s not under the circumstances I would want.  Will is fighting an aggressive cancer and next week on November 27th, he will be having surgery to remove a rapidly growing tumor.  I thought I would be visiting to spend time with, encourage, talk, and play games with Will and Angie but instead I have come to watch Will live in excruciating pain, observe him as he sits and sleeps in the same chair for 24 hours, and watch my sister cry unanswered prayers as we wonder what the purpose of this is and what the outcome will be.

It’s not a beautiful thing to witness.  But sometimes true beauty can only be seen through the lens of pain.  And the faithfulness, support, encouragement, and undying, self-sacrificing love given by spouse to spouse is something so very painfully beautiful.

We search for a lot of things in a spouse.  A lot of things that come and go.  But in the end, in the times things are difficult, the thing each of us will want most is someone who is still next to them.

Go Team Gray!  I love you.