This is from a blog post originally posted August 8, 2012.
I have had my fun. I have cut off my hair, and now I’m sporting the most platinum white hair you ever saw. It’s fun, it’s different, it’s unlike anything I have ever done. I still shock myself when I walk by the mirror.
This is from a blog post originally posted August 7, 2012.
Last week, a dear woman wrote me and asked me the hardest times of day I face. I immediately knew the answer without having to think: 6:30am and 10pm.
Every morning between 6-6:30am, I wake up, I remember my story, I run to the bathroom to be sick, and then I race down to scripture to find my way back to peace. Then, if everyone is still sleeping, I head out for a long hike, filled with tears, prayers, horrible loud singing. Typically, when I return home, peace has been restored and the grace has been found to begin my day
From two blog posts originally posted August 5, 2012
This was an interesting article. I have not come to the point where I’m questioning, why me? But I’m sure that moment will come. This was a solid answer to that question.
This song is a favorite! Thank you Sharon, I can’t get enough! Truly a new anthem...
From a blog originally posted August 4, 2012
So, when I realized I only had a month left with this hair of mine, I decided it was time for some fun! First I decided to cut it off and donate it, and Jason and I also decided it would be less shocking for the kids when I actually do lose it. My oncologist made a good point. He said it would be better on our plumbing. Very practical. I like that in a doctor.
From a blog originally posted August 4, 2012
YES, I realize my hair is sticking up in countless directions. But did YOU realize how beautiful it is outside, and that there are trails to be hiked and prayers to be prayed? My morning date with Jesus is far more exciting than tidy hair. I think He likes me better all messy and disheveled.
