Here's another old post from Steve in March 2007:

It occurred to me that focusing only on the next step or the next thing is how the Lord wants me to live. "Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path" (Ps 119:105). An oil lamp (the only kind available when this was written) only lit enough of a dark road for the next step. I've walked on deserted roads at night where there is no light except the light of a flashlight (usually one with most of the juice gone); it's not the most comfortable stroll. That's what this experience feels like - a walk along a dark windy deserted road surrounded by woods (where animals live) with only a dim flashlight to light the next step. Living life this way forces me to put my confidence where it belongs: in His Word which declares his kindness and faithfulness and power. I'm learning that patience is about taking just the next step trusting that God is leading me and caring for me and protecting me.

Before Ian's accident, he and David began building a business, Vinegar Hill Picture Works. Since then, David and Mike Hartnett have been working together on different projects, waiting for the day when Ian can join them at work.

This weekend, they filmed a comedic short here in Indiana. Ian was able to be on the set for most of the weekend, calling action and offering suggestions. The newspaper came and took some photos, including this one.

I found this blog post that Steve wrote on April 1, 2007. It seemed pretty appropriate.

"This experience with Ian has reminded me again of how fleeting life is. I don't belong here on this earth and neither does Ian. Christ died for our sins. He made us new creatures. He promised homes for us in heaven. He made us for heaven. Like the moon doesn't seem to belong in the sky when it's still light out, I don't belong here. Things that I desire and pursue will one day not be there to pursue, because I'll shed this life and all it's pursuits like a worn-out pair of jeans. I once made a comment to a friend about how pointless it seemed to spend so much time fixing our houses: "it's all going to burn anyway." He wisely pointed out that we have to have somewhere to live while we're here. True, but I want to hold things loosely. After all, I don't belong here."

Lydia Hartnett, a beautiful friend and photographer, took some photos of Ian and I just a few days before Steve passed away. They are such a gift and blessing to have. To see them all, go to http://www.lydiajane.com

Thanks, Lydia:)

At times, Ian is having trouble remembering what happened to Steve. He wanted me to ask readers to pray for his memory.

We miss Steve.

Thank you for praying.

Larissa

The mystery is not why Steve died from cancer, but rather why he was chosen as a recipient of redemption.