from an article originally posted October 30, 2014…
Last night I had the honor of being recognized at the Bishop’s Respect Life Dinner. My dear friend Caia Hoskins has been my champion in life, in my writing, in my sharing of the story that suffering is not a mistake. She loves the unborn babies in our community and is a passionate advocate for life. I have the great privilege of doing life with this passionate woman.
from an article originally posted October 27, 2014…
Waiting, waiting, I have been waiting to feel better. I keep looking around the corner of this disease to find the sunrise of normal to rise. Yesterday, I turned to Jason and asked him what it felt like to feel normal. I asked him what if felt like to not feel weak. I feel like I’m starting to forget. Instead of embracing the moment of feeling a bit better, I’m beginning to panic over the coming treatment. But I remember enough of normal living and loving to long, long, long for a day of normal. I plan normal days, dream of events where we are all present and strong. Not huge strong, but sweet walk-on-a-fall-day strong, sit-by-a-fire-with-a-book strong, laughter-through-tears strong. He turned to me and said, I forget normal too; I have a wife with cancer.
from an article originally posted October 16, 2014…
Last night I served my community group grilled cheese and tomato soup. But the feast was the heart sharing, the safe place, the time together. Time spent being a safe place for each other. Sharing the strength and weakness of our lives. We spoke in simple terms. Asked simple heart questions, and laughed and pondered how might we love one another better.
from an article originally posted October 14, 2014…
I struggled to find sleep last night. I was quietly in my bed praying heavy hearted prayers. Yesterday two mama friends who unexpectedly lost their husbands emailed with me. They honestly shared their burdens. I heard heartbroken text from Marion, NC, of a beloved young man who died in a car crash. These friends braved their broken with me. And we wondered a little over Heaven together. The land of no more tears. The land our finite minds struggle to grasp the infinite—but one day, one day soon we will know it.
from an article originally posted October 11, 2014…
I spent a lot of last week dreading Friday. When someone would ask me about radiation, I would get a hard knot in my stomach. The previous week as I was speaking, I broke down asking for prayer for the time I would be pinned down in a mask as the stink eye attempted to rid my brain of cancer.
