It is a curious and tragic paradox of the human condition that we seem to reserve our deepest wells of patience for people we do not know, while serving the dregs of our frustration to the people we love the most. It is alarming to me how easy it is to offer a polite smile to a grocery clerk when they make a mistake, yet absolutely eviscerate my spouse or children when they do the exact same thing. How can I be kind to strangers but mean to my own flesh and blood or my spouse who I vowed to love “until death do us part?”

Our ninth child… we are excited to welcome her into our family. Her name has a profound meaning to us. We hope it encourages you as you read about it. In the fall of 2020 we lost her older sister. We grieved Sky Philia Iverson and the life she never got to live. The months […]

Living Room Worship is in full effect. Every Sunday at 11:00 am tune in at live.restorelife.net to join the Iversons in their living room for worship and time in the word and prayer. If anyone wants to give, 100% of everything is going toward our Emergency Relief Fund to help those most desperate in our […]

This week was his five month birthday. A birthday I do not take for granted. We almost lost his little life as the doctors pushed and maneuvered his breech little body into place so that he could be delivered naturally. If you want to hear a story of how God rallied His people all over […]

I straight up forgot he had school. My four year old son was running around in his underwear while I was pulling out of the driveway to take my tardy kids to school, when his carpool ride drove up. I slammed on the brakes mid-exit of driveway, put the car in park and sprinted into […]

Desires of the heart. The Lord promises to give them as we delight ourselves in Him. (Psalm 37:4) Sometimes, though, He plants those desires within us far before they are granted. Sometimes one has to go through many different seasons in order for the fruition of those desires to be fully appreciated and relished. Since […]

It started to set in during the busiest month for a pastor, December. The constant infections, the hacking cough, the flulike symptoms. After weeks of this seemingly morphing flu/brochitis/strep throat, friends recommended going to an urgent care to get an antibiotic to “kick this thing”. His wife called the naturopath because she wanted to get […]