It is rare for me to have an uneventful doctor’s visit. But recently I had an appointment that could be regarded as such. “Everything looks great,” my doctor said, examining my three surgical incisions he had made two weeks prior to this visit. “You’re healing up on schedule.” Minutes later I left his office to meet my mom and my son, both waiting in the … Continue reading Sleep, Fear, and Faith
June is a special month in our family, because two out of the three of us have birthdays. And I love birthdays. I love cake, presents, the Happy Birthday song, blowing out candles, and the thoughtful and funny cards. I especially enjoy those paper noisemakers that magically unroll when you blow into them and then automatically roll back up. Inevitably spit will create a soggy … Continue reading Reflections on Turning 40
In honor of Mother’s Day, I thought I’d take a little time to celebrate my mom. Will you join me? Mom, thank you for serving me breakfast every single morning. This is not a tradition I have passed along to my own family. Instead, I taught my son how to pour his own cereal and make his own toast. And since my dear husband essentially … Continue reading Thank You, Mom
I have to cancel plans. Again. I don’t want to, but it’s more than I can manage today. My jaw pain is intense. It dislocated again last night, which is happening a lot these days. My condyles are so small and the fossa so incredibly shallow, the joint simply slips out of place. And then I talked and smiled too much today. It’s ironic that … Continue reading Please Don’t Forget About Me
Over the past few years, I have had others close to me minimize their own pain. We will be in a conversation, and they are sharing personal struggles. But then they shake their heads. “I know it’s nothing like you’ve been through,” they say apologetically. I genuinely dislike this, because I care deeply about those in my life, and I desire to share life with … Continue reading All Suffering is Significant
Bravery has taken on many shapes and sizes during my life. Sometimes it has been in dramatic ways, while other times it has been simply getting through the day. But each time it has meant momentum moving forward. Bravery often times begets bravery…if only we can remember those many times God has given us courage in the past. When I was 14, bravery was moving … Continue reading Brave
Sticky post
I’ve felt the nudge to start a blog for a few years now, but I’ve had the same excuses running through my mind as to why I shouldn’t. I’ll be opening myself up to criticism. Who would want to read my stuff anyway? If I’m vulnerable, what will others think of me? But these past three years it has become increasingly difficult for me to … Continue reading Getting my Feet Wet
