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A Day in the Life of Chemo
She gave me a great suggestion for a Christmas gift for my children and shared stories of her neighborhood kids gathering around to play with that toy. When she left the room, she wished me a Merry Christmas and hugged me–not one of those quick hugs, but a bear hug telling me she cares. What…
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A Rich Life
You don’t have to be rich to live a rich life. (~Charlie Gerr) Last night was a hard night. Chaos. Bickering. Tears. Forgiveness. Prayers. Peace. This morning I stood at the side window and watched as they all piled into Bri’s big ol’ truck. Cooper Dooper stood impatiently waiting next to Bri, ready to jump…
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Finding Bridesmaids–A Repost
Because it’s her birthday, I thought a repost was necessary. Written six years ago… the truth of these words doesn’t change. Happy birthday, dear Bethy. “They say we go to college to find our husbands, but I’m convinced we go to college to find our bridesmaids.” These words, uttered Saturday from the maid of honor…
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Who They Are Becoming
She tucked a few strands of red hair behind her ear and bent low, “The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want.” Gentle words streamed sweetly over me, and I curled in a ball of pain in my bed. Earlier I had been trying to help her with a friendship bracelet she was making.…
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Enduring the Unendurable
Yesterday a friend posted on Facebook the question, “What is on your grown up Christmas list?” Without thinking I wrote down, “A cure for cancer.” Believe me, y’all, that is ON. MY. LIST. But I wrote it without thinking (which happens far too often in Facebook-land). See, the friend that asked has a dad who…
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A Spring of Joy 