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On My Knees
“I should be holding Danica.” I heard the desperation in Monica’s voice. “I shouldn’t be running around like a crazy woman packing linens and worrying about whether Laney’s Benadryl is packed. I should be holding her. I could lose her.” Her voice broke. I sighed, “Oh, friend. I would be there in a heartbeat if…
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Riches
She grabbed my hand as I began my slow ascent up our stairway. Step. Pause. Step. Pause. She joined me, mirroring my steps, happy to be by my side. “Mommy, I won’t pull hard on you or jump on you while we go up the stay-ahs because you have the can-cah (cancer).” Laughing, I look…
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What I Didn’t Get for My Birthday
Yesterday was my birthday. You can probably guess in all my sentimentality I am all about birthdays. Mine or someone else’s. It’s a big deal. I mean, come on, let’s celebrate LIFE. For me, each birthday is a victory over cancer, so it’s huge, and it always will be. You can imagine then, that yesterday…
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Healing
The soul is healed by being with children — Fyodor Dostoyevsky I am home and I am surrounded by pictures that Bella brings to me endlessly. Pictures of the five of us together all with huge smiles on our faces and holding hands. The boys spend hours by my side, especially Asher. He spent all…
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Tying the Red Cord
In the midst of the Battle of Jericho that we recently read about, is the story of Rahab. She is one of my favorites. I love to picture the rubble of the city, the walls toppling on themselves, the frantic confusion and fear inside, the joy in victory outside. But I love to picture a…
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A Spring of Joy 