Kara's Collection: Dear Brittany: Shared on Ann’s Blog

Kara's Collection: Dear Brittany: Shared on Ann’s Blog

from an article originally posted October 8, 2014...

Note: friends, in reposting this link, I assume that you are familiar with Brittany's story and know that she is no longer with us. As you read Kara's letter to her, please take some time to pray for Brittany's family as they continue this life without her.

Today I shared a letter to Brittany Maynard on Ann Voskamp’s blog - A Holy Experience.

The joy of unmet expectations

The joy of unmet expectations

for Aaron…

When I was newly engaged, my fiancé sent me a gorgeous bouquet of red roses to my office. All my female coworkers oohed and aahed over them, but then the tone turned cynical as they warned me to enjoy the romance while it lasted. Every single one of them told me that they couldn’t remember the last time their husband sent them flowers and that the romance in their marriages had long ago died.

Kara’s Collection: Introverted Beauty

Kara’s Collection: Introverted Beauty

from an article originally posted October 6, 2014…

This weekend was a gift. God was gracious to give me the strength to speak in three different sessions. I’m so unbelievably thankful. For me, I felt so blessed to hear three beautiful testimonies from dear sisters. I asked my amazing Blythe if she would speak on our call as followers of Jesus to build community. I asked her to speak from the heart of an introvert.

Kara’s Collection: Life Unmasked

Kara’s Collection: Life Unmasked

from an article originally posted October 3, 2014…

Yesterday was hard. Harder than I remember. But I made it through. I had remembered the man that made the mask was kind. Brent helped me stay calm, and spoke of Jesus and kindness to get me through. The mask is tough, tight, and it’s clipped onto the table. The second time around felt harder. I was talking myself off a steep cliff yesterday. But I just whispered quiet prayers and prayed the time would quickly pass. Oh time, I want it so much to slow, but it’s screaming by me. Then I get in a mask, pinned down, and time moves like molasses.

Cherishing wrinkles

Cherishing wrinkles

Thirty years ago, I was driving down the road with my daddy. Even though I was a little girl, I was in the front seat because, well, that’s how we did things back then and there were no such things as boosters after the toddler years. It was a rare moment for this middle-of-five child to have with her daddy, all alone, and I remember my heart feeling like it was about to burst. Daddy was feeling good, too. I didn’t understand why at the time, but it was a good season for him—he was a pilot in the Air Force, a squadron commander at his last flying assignment, and stationed at the base where he and Mamma had spent some super fun times as newlyweds. It was a sweet couple of years for him and I could sense it.