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Oh my heart- oh my sad and covetous and jealous heart. I have recently been in so many interviews, and I am often asked if I struggle feeling angry over the path we find ourselves walking. My answer is typically the same- Jason and I have fought to be broken instead of bitter and angry. It’s not a simple journey. No one has ever asked me if I’m jealous. Now that would be a different question altogether. Last night, I was screaming in pain, weeping, and so unbelievably...

I am a rock star at packing the basket. I fill my basket with comforts: blanket, magazine, essential oil to help avoid the awful of my port being flushed, music, lotions. My Nurse and I know this dance, we have danced this dance for a long time. She and I banter, we do what we have to do, and I’m callous about it all. Then as I turn to put my head down I see Jen is crying. She hates to see this dance. She hates to see me suffer. It’s good to be reminded of heart in...

Presence over presents. I heard a beautiful mama speaking about the difference between these two while home in Indiana last week. Today is the beginning of Advent and I want so much for this holiday season to be meaningful. I want to love my people well, not through the purchasing of the right stuff, but the gentle loving of the hearts in my home. Stuff- well, that will fade, but love- that never ends. So how do we love well and fight the ugly heart of comparison over the holiday season? Don’t get me wrong- I love gift giving, but...

I have this story, I have this one story to live and to share. It’s my great privilege to share the grace I know. It is my honor to share who Jesus is with anyone who will listen. But I’m no hero. I’m simply one fighting to live well in the midst of pain- and oh my goodness, I can blow it so big. Yesterday was a day full of joy, heart sharing, grace,...

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