As the MF team has struggled to get into the 2018 groove (thank you, tummy bug, post-Christmas-letdown, and general anxiety from not measuring up to the self-imposed expectations I experience every time I get a letter from my kid’s preschool), we have come face to face with what we knew was inevitable: Mundane Faithfulness has run out of money (I originally typed fun out of money, which I wish were the case instead!).
from an article originally posted September 25, 2014…
We crowded our table with families that are partnering with us in life, in brokenness, in limping together to the gospel and looking to our dear Jesus together. Last night we all braved hard, shared burdens, admitted to the struggles we have faced and by God’s amazing grace come through. We shared the edges and the fog within which we all still struggle. We ended in prayer, and by the end my spine and my hip were screaming in such pain I had to leave the room. Tears were coming on their own as the pain was so great.
from an article originally posted September 24, 2014…
Today my oldest was on fall break, and we ran all over town trying to tighten up all the loose ends before chemo has me down for the count. We stopped by the office of my publisher David C Cook, and their foyer is breathtaking. She stood right in front of me our eyes meeting. Her height has been shocking to me lately. She’s about to be taller than me. She’s a beauty. Beautiful in the way love has made her beautiful.
from an article originally posted September 21, 2014…
My dear Thea and John bought us a hammock. She had mentioned the idea of this treat to me, and she told me what time in the hammock meant to her, but I had no idea what a treasure it would be to my heart. I can sit and watch my children wonder and play in the back yard.
rom an article originally posted September 19, 2014…
Today Jason and I have a series of appointments. There is a debate among my doctors who is the most important in my life. My doc dealing with my brain cancer wants to be first, and my doc dealing with the growing cancer in my body wants his turn first. They both have the very best intentions of wanting to see my cancer halted, but we cannot decide who gets their turn with my wimpy body first. So, we go to the appointments today and we ask all the questions. As they debate who gets to go first, we ask them to do that together and just inform us after.
