Friends, we announce the winners of the October book giveaway with great joy and delight. Each of these winners will be receiving 3 sets of The Hardest Peace, Just Show Up, & And It Was Beautiful--one set to keep for themselves and 2 sets to give away. Please pray for these folks as they read these books and share them, that their hearts would be nurtured, that God would meet them right where they are, and that they would find themselves lavished in God's beautiful grace.
At our house we do our best to parent with sarcasm. I'm sure someone can psychoanalyze that and tell me how horrible it is, but when you rock the kind of stubborn that we do in our little home, you need some tools at your disposal. I don't know where my children get their stubbornness from. (I can only assume my husband is to blame.)
from an article originally posted August 28, 2014…
I woke at 4am and decided not to return to sleep. I want to hang on to these last moments before big chemo starts again. Sadly, I know what this will be. I know how this will feel, how I will exit this morning’s injection.
from an article originally posted August 27, 2014…
This morning I will be heading into a minor surgery to get my port placed again. A port is an amazing medical device set within my arteries to deliver the healing poison to my body and protect my veins. I wept over this having to return to my body. They feel foreign, uncomfortable, and just remind me constantly that I’m sick. The use of the port has grown to be hard for me. Accessing it and flushing it with heparin often causes me to vomit. But these are the steps we take to extend my days, fight this beast, and hopefully destroy the cancer that is so aggressive in my body.
Hospital sleeping arrangements are the worst. When we had our daughter, she was in the NICU, and they transferred us to an older room at the end of the hallway. All night long we would hear carts and medical personal traveling back and forth. I was so incredibly ready to go home at the end of that week and sleep in my own bed.
