From an article originally posted July 2, 2013…
First, I want to say how extremely dear this post is to me. I was mopping the floor this morning and I was reminded of a mentor (that probably didn’t know she was a mentor), and I began to reflect on the idea of a mentor.
From an article originally posted June 29, 2013…
Last week we passed the anniversary of the Waldo Canyon Fire. Jason and I let the day quietly pass. We still remember—we remember fleeing our home, not sure where we were going. But we also remember landing with friends that are now family, our home not burning, and the shock of it all. It was head spinning, stressful hard. One didn’t rejoice in a home spared as we knew so many were not.
From an article originally posted June 9, 2013…
I was thinking about something the other day: God has been unbelievably gracious to my pastor. This guy...
For years, as I listened to Jason I would often think of people his words might encourage. Or even harder, I would think who his words might offend. You know when you read your Bible and you think of all the people the verses are good for, but reflect little on your own heart’s deepening and growth? I know; it was wrong. But he’s my guy. I spent so much energy wanting to be well liked. Wanting God to use the words he spoke for His glory. And if I’m perfectly honest, I wanted him to succeed.
From an article originally posted June 5, 2013…
I know a few people that this post is going to upset. Please forgive me in advance. From nearly the beginning of this journey, it was made clear that moving forward after cancer can be difficult. One goes from constant, in your face, life changing, interrupting, painful treatment to.... Well, for me, today. Dr. Doug talked to me about the sick and the worried well. From the start, I didn’t want to be the worried well. I wanted to be DONE! My life back, my old normal back to my new normal. Emotional drains done, fear done! Cancer GONE. With hormone treatment for ten years and a hysterectomy on the horizon, it was enough to think on. It only took a small portion of my brain. Cancer always looms, always tries to steal peace. Every ache, every abnormality steals peace.
From an article originally posted May 30, 2013…
One cannot know how they will face cancer. The sick nights and long days in anguish fighting for a good attitude for the people you love living next to you as you struggle. The stupor of drugs and pain is exhaustingly long. When we started this journey, we knew we needed help to navigate this mine field. We knew we needed the kids to be supported in a gentle, loving way. This was going to break us all.
