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Trusting in the Wilderness
Driving over to UVA in this afternoon for an MRI and pre-op appointments… I look around me, and it is breathtakingly beautiful these mountains and valleys, but I feel like I am wandering in the wilderness. My heart aches with deep anxiety, and yet I desire to honor my Jesus with how I walk through…
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Two Small Words that Mean the World
It is a reasonably early hour when my alarm blares on my chemo days. I turn it off, even though I want to chuck it out the window instead, and I lie in bed for a moment. Collecting my thoughts, I breathe a small prayer, “please, Lord, help me get through this day.” Brian usually…
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The Fragrance of Grace
It’s been a while since I’ve updated y’all, and several of y’all have you asked how I’m doing, so here’s my attempt at an update. It’s funny, there’s a lot that I could say, but I get to where I’m just not sure how much to say or even what to say. Every now and…
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Pauses
After all,” Anne had said to Marilla once, “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.” (~L.M. Montgomery) It seems this keyboard is a bit…
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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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A Spring of Joy 