I’m fighting to get out of bed this morning. Today, today my head is fitted for a mask to battle my brain cancer. We have to re-look under my skull to see if my cancer has grown in the 2 weeks I opted for chemo first. Every pain, every headache, the fear of larger brain tumors fills me with dread. But, the grace, the big and little grace in each moment keeps me looking for hope. A daughter of a dear friend wrote a paper for school about me. My friend shot a picture of it and sent it to me last night. That a young woman would see my story and see my fight for hope—well, that’s just goodness promptting me to get my behind out of bed this morning.
My friend posted this picture of our goodnight kisses and snuggles. I simply love this picture. Love it. Here is the essence of the very best of life still met at the bottom of me. In this photo, I’m desperately sick, but love is still present. This moment matters. The echoes of this moment will be sounded into the entire life of my children. My children know they are wanted, longed for, prayed for, loved. In these enormous little moments, the best of our life is lived. Not when the vacation finally rolls around, not when the job improves, the diagnosis gets better.... No—this small moment captured is linked with a thousand other small moments. These small moments will grow my children tall in knowing love, experiencing love, and knowing how treasured they are. These moments will not protect them from the hard in their own stories, but it will grow in them a depth of love that will help them walk through and not around the hard in their stories.
It is with the humblest of hearts that the entire Mundane Faithfulness team thanks you for your gracious, lavish donations you have generously contributed since our post explaining our financial situation. We weren’t prepared for the overwhelming emotions we would experience seeing the emails coming in one after another from PayPal notifying us of your gifts. Friends, we not only have enough funds to sustain this sacred space until we can finish posting Kara’s original blogs, we have enough funds to host the blog for quite a while after that! Reading the beautiful notes accompanying your donations was precious—thank you for your kind, life-giving words.
Guest post by Dave Furman
While on a date at a Dubai mall years ago, Gloria and I lost our car. We thought it was stolen as we searched the mall parking garage for over an hour. Only later did we realize we were simply on the wrong level. But that was nothing compared to the time we lost our car in Spain. We were with a short-term outreach team and had parked our car in downtown Málaga. After eating dinner with the team, we walked out to the car, but it wasn’t where we thought it should be. We looked around and asked everyone we could. Each person sent us to another person and then another. Eventually we visited a police department who then sent us to another police office. We were so sure that the city was playing a practical joke on us!
from an article originally posted September 29, 2014…
Friday was a night I will carry with me forever. Forever. I entered a room full of so much love I could not take it in. I struggled to look into the audience, because I could not understand this room filled with people coming to hear my feeble words trying to express love unending. Honestly, it is not mine to take in—the words are not mine. I’m simply the one that has the pleasure of sharing them. I entered, I tried to look up, but I could not. So I let my gaze fall on the front row. The row I know well. My loves. My family, and dear friends to my family. I could look there. But the room, oh my soul, there was so much love in the room Friday night. It was unbelievably humbling.