Author Archives: Katherine and Jay Wolf

There’s a path that may not be easy, but it’s one laid out just for us.

Called to Perseverance

Called to Perseverance

For nearly ten years after my stroke, I got around being pushed in a cheap, manual wheelchair. I’ve got nothing against those. I thought it was great! The airlines treated it like the discus in a discus throw, but no matter. It did the trick. There was, however, one slight issue. The wheels didn’t exactly

Suffer Strong: Post-Traumatic Growth

In sharing our story, we’ve given many people permission to share their stories back to us. Those stories cover all the ways a person can hurt — loss of a child, divorce, financial struggle, cancer, dysfunctional relationships, addiction — and naturally, many of them are stories similar to ours; that is, they’re related to stroke

Our heal can be communal

Hope It Forward

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. — 2 Corinthians 1:3-4 One ordinary day my wife

The Dream Broken: Finding the Goodness and Love of God in the Midst of Suffering

Editor’s Note: May is National Stroke Awareness Month. Enjoy this beautiful and joyful word from Katherine Wolf.  Katherine and Jay married right after college and sought adventure far from home in Los Angeles, CA. As they pursued their dreams, they planted their lives in the city and in their church community. Their son, James,

Hope Heals: Life When There Should Have Been Death

Editor’s Note: Katherine and Jay were a young couple living the dream in Southern California, but all was nearly lost when Katherine suffered a shocking near-fatal brainstem stroke and struggled to find hope in a life that looked nothing like the one they had before. * * * As fall came and the California permaclimate

Hope Heals: God Will Never Leave Us Alone

When I first woke from a sudden, near-fatal brain-stem stroke, I could hardly move, nor could I speak. I was 26 years old and instinctively wanted to nurse my six-month-old baby but could no longer hold him, much less act as his mommy. I was surrounded by doctors and nurses and loved ones constantly, but

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