05/08/2026
The Morning Sun | Proverbs 4:18 ☀️
They say I’m strong.
That Keaton got his strength from me.
But the truth is… I think a lot of mine came from him.
He battled quietly. Determined. Never wanting pity. Never shying away from hard work, hard conversations, or hard roads. Even on the toughest days, he still wanted to LIVE. Still wanted to laugh. Still wanted to talk cattle, hay, equipment, weather, sunsets, and what tomorrow might bring.
This morning as the sun came up over the farm, I found myself sitting in the silence realizing how things are somehow so different without him here… and yet so very much the same.
The same sunrise.
The same chores.
The same routines.
The same muddy boots by the door.
And yet everything feels different now.
Last night I was talking with someone who meant the world not only to Keaton, but to our family too. We were talking about timing. About how when it was his time, he created peace around it.
4/18 — 8:34am.
For three weeks I’ve wrestled with why that exact time keeps sitting heavy on my heart. Why those numbers mattered so much.
But Keaton loved numbers. Loved math. We’d spent this whole journey looking for little signs, symbols, and meanings tucked inside moments.
Then it hit me.
Proverbs 4:18 —
“The path of the righteous is like the morning sun, shining ever brighter till the full light of day.”
The morning sun.
The very thing I’ve been watching every day trying to feel close to him again.
It stormed all night that Thursday. Keaton hated storms. But do you know what else we’ve seen over and over these last few weeks?
Rain.
Sunrises.
And double rainbows.
Not randomly.
Not accidentally.
God and Keaton reminding us where to look.
Pointing us back toward faith. Toward light. Toward hope.
Keaton’s legacy isn’t that cancer won. Because for the last couple weeks of his life, he kept telling Jason and I the same thing over and over:
“God healed me.”
At the time, maybe we didn’t fully understand what he meant. We were praying for earthly healing. But Keaton already understood something bigger than all of us.
Healing doesn’t always mean staying.
Sometimes healing means freedom.
Peace.
Wholeness.
No more pain.
No more exhaustion.
No more fighting.
And while our hearts are still here learning how to carry grief, I truly believe his spirit is still living through every one of us.
In the kindness we choose.
In the hard work we continue doing.
In the faith we cling to.
In every sunrise we stop long enough to notice.
He is still here.
Not in the way we desperately wish.
But in the way God promises eternity.
So we keep going.
We keep living.
We keep loving loudly.
We keep making hay while the sun shines.
Because if Keaton taught us anything, it’s that life is precious, faith is powerful, and even broken hearts can still carry light.
And maybe that’s what being strong really means.
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Lord,
Give us strength for the roads we never expected to walk. Give us guidance when grief clouds our vision and peace when our hearts struggle to understand. Remind us that even in the storms, You are still present in every sunrise, every rainbow, and every quiet moment of hope.
Help us trust Your perfect timing in all things; even when it’s hard, even when it hurts. Let us continue to live with faith, love deeply, and carry forward the light Keaton left behind in each of us.
Amen.