There has been a song on repeat this weekend after one line of the lyrics kept coming back to me over and over. I ended up just sitting there listening to the song and feeling His comfort wash over me. Hands lifted in thankfulness, all I could do is sit there and thank my God…
Category: Refining
Choosing Stones
Sleep just wasn’t coming. My mind was doing hurdles through what seemed like an obstacle course of information. The first consultation with the stem cell transplant specialist left me feeling completely overwhelmed and inadequate for the task that was about to be set before me. As I lay there, all I could even pray was,…
….And Peace Comes
At times it has been difficult to wrap my brain around all that has happened in the last two years. The last 7 months especially have spiraled quickly like a storm that completely surrounded us too fast to prepare for it. In the midst of the whirlwind, I have watched my husband physically struggle day…
Even There
The call came Monday afternoon. A representative from Ochsner in New Orleans was calling to set up our first consultation with their facility. It was time to face the reality of what is coming after chemo. Stem cell transplant. Reality started setting in. Like a heavy wet coat, I felt the weight of what was…
Just for Me
Enemies. They come in different forms. For us, our current enemy is not one of human nature that we can sit down and attempt to reason with. Instead this enemy came in slowly under the radar. It showed itself gradually over the last two years in different forms. Today we are tackling it week by…
Always ‘n Forever
Today, thirty-four years later, we find ourselves facing new challenges. This new place was a surprise. It’s not a place we ever looked down the road and saw in our future. Yet here we are hanging onto that covenant and to each other.
In the Waiting
Waiting is a process. To be completely honest, it is a often a process that is challenging for me to endure. Yet the past few months I have learned much about the value of how I handle that waiting time. During those seemingly long times, I have learned to treasure little moments with my husband….
Trusting Him
I hear that whispered Voice again, “Do you trust Me?”
Every Word
“Did she hear that?” The person answering shrugged it off. “O, don’t worry about it. She hears me all the time.” Yes, I did hear the words. Truth was I had heard more foul language in the short time I had worked there then I had in my entire life. Mom always taught, “Ladies don’t talk…
Like a Soft Blanket
The last month had a whirlwind of events. Yet for me, one particular two week period stands out the most. I recall where I was sitting when I received the text about a friend we have known over 20 years. As I read the words, “he has passed on,” my own breath caught in my…
In Secret Strength 