From an article originally posted September 30, 2013…
Dearest Jason,
I’m writing this before surgery, but I want to thank you in advance for loving me so well through this trial. When I say you are an excellent man, I am not saying that flippantly. With great admiration, I am witness to the limitless of your love. Most men would crumble, but, with Christ, you continue. You are a gift to my weary heart.
From an article originally posted September 26, 2013…
I’m visual, and I’m forgetful. I forget what grace there was last year. I crumbled in the office when the doctor told me chemo might be in my future. I told him I couldn’t, he told me I would. I wept big tears. He couldn’t possibly understand what he was asking of me. My other doctor told me I might have another hill to climb. He was gentle. He patted my shoulder, he wanted to cry too, I think.
From an article originally posted September 26, 2013…
Over the past two weeks I have been working hard on developing my blog and expanding it to reach a wider audience. Why am I doing it? Why am I sharing my story so vulnerably to the masses?
My first answer would be that’s how I live. I live an open story, I love the story of others. The true story, the story of the heart. Spend a coffee with me, and know my love comes from a place of knowing you in a real meaningful way. I don’t care much about small talk.
But why here, why on a blog?
From an article originally posted September 25, 2013…
Oh, my dear lady parts, thank you! My friend told me men are beautiful on the outside, and women are beautiful on the inside. I liked that.
From an article originally posted September 23, 2013…
I think it surprises people that I’m out, I’m up, and I’m functioning. When I think on my now, I imagine myself in the fetal position in my bed. There is a part of me that wants to hibernate and have someone wake me when it’s all done. But life with children doesn’t give that liberty and freedom. Even without children, I don’t think we have the freedom to stop. We certainly have the freedom to grieve, to hurt, to talk to Jesus about our heartbreak; but stop, take a time out, pull back and avoid people? Nope!
