Yesterday was my birthday. You can probably guess in all my sentimentality I am all about birthdays. Mine or someone else’s. It’s a big deal. I mean, come on, let’s celebrate LIFE. For me, each birthday is a victory over cancer, so it’s huge, and it always will be. You can imagine then, that yesterday was a day of hoopla and celebrating and lots of activity and cake and gifts and partying.

Nope.

It wasn’t.

I didn’t get hoopla.  Read more... (690 words, estimated 2:46 mins reading time)

The soul is healed by being with children
– Fyodor Dostoyevsky

I am home and I am surrounded by pictures that Bella brings to me endlessly. Pictures of the five of us together all with huge smiles on our faces and holding hands. The boys spend hours by my side, especially Asher. He spent all of Saturday next to me in my big bed. We read together, we napped together, we worked on my laptop together, we talked. Bear will come and say little, but he will wrap his arms around my neck and bury his face in my arm and not move for what feels like hours. It is a good feeling, having their presence with me.  Read more... (464 words, estimated 1:51 mins reading time)

In the midst of the Battle of Jericho that we recently read about, is the story of Rahab. She is one of my favorites.

I love to picture the rubble of the city, the walls toppling on themselves, the frantic confusion and fear inside, the joy in victory outside. But I love to picture a spire, rising above the dusty air. A piece of the wall that remains standing. A window with a red cord dangling and a family huddled inside, listening and waiting for the spies who promised safety from the Lord to come.  Read more... (886 words, estimated 3:33 mins reading time)