Passages

This little stinker turned 2 this week.

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Complete with a purse cake and lots of presents, our baby passed another milestone. You can check out the par-tay pictures.

I spent the day before crying. The day of celebrating. Now I’m back to crying again. It’s not that I don’t want her to grow up, because I know that is how life is. It’s the mourning of missing 9 months of her growing and changing and vibrancy while I was fighting cancer. How can she be two already? Because it truly feels like she was just one a day ago. I have struggled through not being there for her. Missing her passages. Not being able to pick her up when she cries. Watching her tag along with her brothers and babysitters. Out the door. Off to new places and new things. Things I couldn’t participate in. I have had to let go of a lot with her, holding her with open hands.

Wednesday Worship: Just As I Am

It’s that time. Here is the next edition of Wednesday Worship. Just a refresher of what I’m doing. Last week I started a new weekly post called Wednesday Worship. It’s me sharing a song that God has been using to speak to me. I’ll write about the song, why it’s blessing me, and where you can find it. And I’d love to hear from y’all and see what God is using to speak to your hearts. Last week I was so blessed by your comments and reminded of His faithfulness in our healing, freedom, security and joy. Thank you!

What’s Your Story? (By Guest Blogger Nat)

This past weekend, I received a surprise visit from my friend, Nat. We did youth ministry together and I led her in Bible study for a year before she moved away to go to Physical Therapy school. It is always such a treat to be with her and laugh and share and be authentic. I do love that girl! She has been such a faithful encourager to me these past months. And she’s Italian, so we share the same blood. Too bad she’s from Jersey or she’d be even cooler.

But I digress.

Bear Prayers

Our recent times of family worship have brought some deep heart smiles as I listen to my boys pray and talk to God. Bear, especially, is no holds barred, and it is precious and endearing. Here’s a taste of some recent prayers by our sweet 4-year-old. I love how he doesn’t ask God for things, he just thanks God. Even more I love how real he is. He just is who he is. I have so much to learn from my son!

Living The Moment

This week was the end of my radiation treatments. True to my promise I popped on my pink fuzzy hat and exited the dressing room into the hallway where three techs awaited. We all clapped our hands and cheered. I can’t begin to describe how it felt. Exhilarating. Freeing. No more daily drudgery. I will miss the staff. They were there for me, encouraging, supporting, making me laugh. It was like leaving a job you hate but knowing you’ll miss your co-workers. They were there in ways that no one else was or could be. And they did their job well. I have been so blessed by the way God has provided for me time and again with the caregivers here in the Valley. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else for treatment, and I’m thankful I didn’t have to be.