05/31/2026
Good evenin’ and God bless y’all.
First and foremost, thank You, Lord, for this day. Thank You for mercy, for protection, and for hearin’ the prayers of Your people.
I want to thank every one of y’all who prayed for my son Aaron today. He is okay, and right now he is just tryin’ to recover from the seizure. Thankfully, he said his shoulders don’t feel like they suffered any damage this time, and for that alone I am beyond grateful.
Some of y’all may not know the road my boy has walked. Aaron has had to have both of his shoulders replaced because the violent nature of his seizures completely destroyed them. So when that phone rings and I hear my son tell me he is in the hospital, it hits a place in my heart I can’t even explain.
There was a time we were goin’ through this once a week, sometimes twice a week. Then, by the grace of God, his doctors finally got his medicine straight, and he had been seizure-free for over four years. That felt like a miracle. It felt like we could finally breathe again.
Then his doctor passed away, and a new doctor came in. The new plan was to start weanin’ him off one of the meds that had been workin’. I understand the concern about long-term effects on the liver and other organs. I truly do. And I would love for my son to be free from these medicines if that is ever possible. But when somethin’ is workin’, and it has kept him seizure-free for 4 years, it is hard for a father to sit still and watch it get changed without a deeper look, a deeper study, and a whole lot more caution.
Because this ain’t a guessin game to me.
This is my son.
This is the boy I have prayed over, worried over, cried over, fought for, and watched suffer more than any young man should ever have to suffer.
Aaron started havin’ seizures one week after I had my heart attack back in 2017. From there, life changed for both of us. He had seizure after seizure until around 2020, when they finally got him on the medicine that helped. I remember how helpless it felt. I remember the fear. I remember the nights where all I could do was pray and ask God to please protect my boy.
And today brought some of that fear rushin’ right back.
I am doin’ my best to trust the process, but more than that, I am doin’ my best to trust God’s plan. I know He sees what I can’t see. I know He knows what I don’t know. I know He loves my son even more than I do, even though that is hard for a father’s heart to understand sometimes.
I also want to apologize for the long posts. I know most folks probably don’t make it all the way through ’em (we don't have the attention span for it anymore). But when it comes to my family, and especially my son, I want those of y’all who pray for us to know what is goin’ on. Your prayers are not just words to us. They matter. They reach heaven. They strengthen us when we are weak. They remind us we are not walkin’ this alone. The time you all spend here supportin what I do is reason for me to be an open book with y'all.
My boy has had a rough start in life (and I know there are many others out there), and I know some of that was not made easier by my own poor decisions in his early years. That is a hard truth I carry. His struggles started with his vision. He can see, but he can’t drive, and that alone is a big mountain for a young man. Then came the seizures. Then came the surgeries. Then came all the pain that followed.
But let me tell you somethin’ about Aaron.
The cards he has been dealt have never changed the way he plays the game.
He has a heart I can’t fully put into words. He has done without plenty in this life, but somehow it never made him selfish. It made him kinder. It made him more aware of other people’s pain. He would give the shirt off his back to somebody who needed it. He is the first to stand up when he sees somebody bein’ treated wrong. He puts others before himself in a way that humbles me.
He wanted to serve his country. He wanted to do somethin’ bigger than himself. And while life took that path in a different direction, I believe with all my heart that God still has a mighty purpose for him.
I don’t know exactly what God has planned for Aaron, but I do know this: it is not small. God does not waste pain. He does not waste tears. He does not waste the battles we survive. Somehow, some way, He uses it all.
And I pray with everything in me that I get to be here to see what God does through my son.
So from the bottom of my heart, thank y’all for the love, the prayers, the messages, and the kindness you continue to show me and mine. It means more than I could ever say.
Please keep Aaron in your prayers as he recovers. Pray for wisdom. Pray for the right doctors. Pray for protection over his body. Pray for peace over his mind. And pray that God leads every step from here.
May the Lord continue to teach us how to love better, give more freely, serve one another, and carry each other through the hard places.
For His glory.
In Jesus’ name, amen.
