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Everything’s a Love Song
Count the pieces underneath usBeen here long enoughAre we strong enoughBruised and swollen, lost in motionWhen it falls apartNever far apart Isn’t everything a love songIsn’t everything a love songEven when it’s all wrong (~Drew Holcomb, Isn’t Everything A Love Song) It was one of those long nights of discussion, the emptying of struggle and…
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The God of Hills and Valleys
Last night, my Bear and three of his friends came over and hung out in our den for hours. Y’all, the vibrancy college students bring is a joy. We laughed, we caught up, we joked around, we got to know his friends better. Then, in front of them all, Micah looked at me and said,…
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Hither By Thy Help I’ve Come
The last few days have been hard. The writer in me wants to come up with a more dramatic word, but my brain hasn’t been working so well these last few days since we received news of my progression. To say I’m not scared of the unknown facing me would be a lie. But even…
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A Small Word that Is Really Big
Progression. I hear the word and immediately feel numb. My brain fogs and my vision clouds with unshed tears. I shake my head to try and clear my mind so I can comprehend what my doctor is saying. She shows me my scan. See, this spot here and then another one here and here. She…
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Tired
Tired. I am tired. I am tired of picking up my phone and crying. I am tired of checking my emails or texts and reading of heartbreak. I’m tired of the weariness of this world. I am tired of the processing and grieving and the pain of loss and heartache. I know many of you…
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A Spring of Joy 