It’s From the Heart… or the Hair?

Me:
Bella, it’s kind of chilly outside. Why don’t you wear pants to church?

Bella:
But, Moooommmmy, I want to wear a beautiful dwess, so I will be all beautiful.

Me:
Remember, love, it’s not about what we wear that makes us beautiful. It’s about our heart.

Bella:
I know. But I looooove my pwetty dwesses. Please, Mommy? Please may I wear a dwess?

Me:
Ok. You can wear a dress. But what is it that makes you beautiful?

Bella:
My wed hair.

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Have I ever mentioned that we’re doomed?

Oh yes, hundreds of times.

Moonless Seas

“All along, let us remember,
we are not asked to understand,
but simply to obey…
‘And only Heaven is better
than to walk with Christ at midnight,
over moonless seas–’
I couldn’t feel frightened then.
Praise Him for the moonless seas–
all the better the opportunity
for proving Him to be indeed the El Shaddai,
‘the God who is Enough.’”
(~Amy Carmichael)
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Another Round Begins

This will be a pretty raw post, because that’s where I am, so consider yourself forewarned.

Raw. Bloodied. Beaten. Wounded. Exhausted.

Another round begins… more scans, more blood work, more appointments, more follow up and more surgery.

It’s long and it’s complicated, and I am completely overwhelmed.

I saw a specialist this week who is sending me for several follow up scans. She’s the one that looked at me and said, “Because you’re at such a high risk for recurrence… blah, blah, blah….

Wedding Plans?

Remember this little love story?

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Well, Mr. Austin is at it again. Apparently, while she was busy trying to write an email to me, Marni’s boy planned his future. And Bella’s.

Austin: When I grow up, I’m going to drive my gray car to see Audrey. She gonna have a pink car. Den we race. But I have to use my red car for racing.
Marni: Really? Then what are you going to do?
Austin: Den I gonna go back to her house and be married.