If you're new here, you may want to subscribe via email here or via my RSS feed. Thanks for visiting!Dear Cancer, There are a few things I’d like to say to you this morning. A lot of what I want to say is salty and ugly, but I will do my best to use the nice words and not the ones that often get dropped too easily around my house. Cancer you are and always have been an unwelcome guest in the home of me. But I thought we could work it out, I thought we could fight on Tuesday,...

The call came twice on Friday. The sweet nurse left me the message to kindly call her back. In front of her, sits a sheet of paper that will determine my next moments, my next breaths and the strength for breathing I will be able to lend that living. But I simply was away. I was away from service, away from fear, and my phone read no service all weekend. Jason kindly asked me to call from the camp phone and leave that number, I kindly declined and asked him to not ask for the...

Yesterday, I went to buy our camping supplies, and brought my first born along. Someone graciously bought the other kids their school supplies, but Ella wanted to do it herself. So as I shopped she went and grabbed what she needed. She filled my basket and my heart sank just a bit. It’s flying away- this summer has been one of the most full, most amazing summers I have known, and it’s coming to an end. My heart is completely mixed I’m full of happy and sad feelings...

On a day that feels full of sorrow, the the headlines offer little hope. Bright lights have dimmed, and the familiar pit in our stomach becomes our companions once again. I have met an intruder- new pain, and tomorrow the snort will take a look at what chaos is happening within my body. But is it all chaos? It feels like it is. And what is the answer? The other day I sent a simple picture of myself full of limitations struggling to find my way from my nest. I was grieving the...

Some days all the edges of this world feel too oppressive. The headlines of the day are heartbreaking. I can barely stomach the titles. I hurt, my heart hurts so desperately for pain in this world I cannot comprehend. I’m too weak to even look. Ann Voskamp called us to pray. My prayers are ┬ábroken and limp. ┬áThe familiar- “help, oh help dear Jesus.” My guy and I woke to quiet beside one another. There was grief needing to be expressed. The pace of our life...

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