from an article originally posted May 13, 2014...
The end of the school year is wrapping up, and this time of year is a frantic stumbling to the finish line. Field day, projects, meetings, graduations, and trying to get ready to have everyone home. The marathon has been run, and honestly, we will barely be crossing the finish line. I feel like I said this last year. It feels like I have two functioning brain cells and they are exhausted.
from an article originally posted May 6, 2014...
I have been struggling with this post; I feel a bit wrung out by our week and the waiting, waiting, waiting for results. After I had the results that breast cancer wasn’t found, and more tests are going to be performed, I simply sighed.
I’m tired, I’m weary, I’m getting exhausted from the ups and downs. I want to rejoice in good news, I want to celebrate, but this journey has me very wearied.
from an article originally posted April 29, 2014...
There is a temptation to want to bow out of life when new hard comes. I have often mentioned the pull of the dark room and the constant screen to shut out reality. Each day having littles, responsibility, friends who know me—well, it makes me move. When I found my new lump, I frankly wanted to avoid it. I wanted to pretend it wasn’t there.
from an article originally posted April 22, 2014...
Two Sundays ago Jason preached a sermon of such grace and I was deeply moved and convicted. A simple message resounded in my heart. It was the message of Emmanuel—God with us. But it was not a simple message; it was a complex and painful message. I was being asked if I truly believed it. I was being asked if I understood it beyond my ability to write words in this place. As the pain in my mouth, was daily becoming more and more unbearable and no solution seemed to be coming: I was being asked if I believed God was with me.
from an article originally posted April 7, 2014…
I feel the hardest grace for me to embrace is the grace I see in the faces of my children. Last night, one of my children asked me to help them fall asleep. Once I came into the room and snuggled under the covers, my sweet child grew immediately calm and beautifully tired. She wrapped herself tightly around me in hopes of waking if I were to ever sneak away, and with a calm smile on her face drifted off to sleep.
