Category: The Doctor’s Office
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Limbo. Again.
Recently I stood next to my Bear during communion at church. We had just sung together of the risen Christ, how unwavering our hope is. Seeing the tears pooling, he leaned over, put his arm around me and tucked my head under his chin (how is he tall enough to do that?). We began the…
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No Bad Endings
It seems the past month has held wave after wave of life crashing around us. We’ve reeled and pitched with the tossing of each wave, but our ship holds fast, because our Father holds us. We tell each other this… look at what is true. I hear it from my Brian. I hear it from…
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Frayed and Ragged
Thursday morning arrived far too early with the insistent ringing of my alarm and my fumbling to find it, using every ounce of strength to not just chuck it out the window across the room. I rose in the dark with my son, who is perfectly capable of doing early mornings on his own and…
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Remission: What Does This Mean?
“I don’t think we’ll step lightly into the new year ever again. But perhaps that is a better way to begin: remembering the staggering heights and the terrifying depths, with our eyes fixed on One Who never leaves us and is always good.” (~Christie Purifoy) December held the quiet of the holiday season, basking in…
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The Good News
Monday morning, they strapped me down in the MRI machine, arms pinned to my sides, plates on my abdomen, jazz music in my headphones. The tears leaked from the corners of each eye… tears from dry eye syndrome, tears I could not wipe, tears of disbelief as I looked at the dingy white cylinder above…
A Spring of Joy 