We have been listening to Christmas music since late October. While I haven't tired of the music itself, I have noticed the excitement that first accompanied those joyful melodies, has begun to wane. A spirit of reflection has replaced the excitement, bringing many happy memories to mind. These memories however, eventually lead me back to... Continue Reading →
Ringing the doorbell, I nervously clutched my casserole dish closer. The door opened, and a woman with dark hair smiled at me. "Come in, sweetie", she said. Following her through the family room, I noticed a hospital bed set up in the corner. There was other medical equipment near the bed. I quickly looked away....
That day, I allowed a tiny seed of doubt to be planted in my heart. That tiny seed then began to grow, until it bloomed into an ugly blossom of worry.
Not only had God allowed all of this struggle into our lives the last two years, but His hand was there the whole time, leading us. Excitement began to replace our wonder, and thankfulness.
As I look forward to life returning to normal for our family, I also feel a little timid in leaving this valley behind. You see, God has been here with us.
Our teenagers learned of Daddy's cancer in an unusual way. My son was listening outside our bedroom door. He, of course, ran down the stairs to share what he had heard with his older sister.
Swaying with the swings smooth motion, I welcome the gentle breeze on my warm face. The setting sun spreads it's glorious color across the sky, putting on a show of God's amazing handiwork.
No longer were my days filled with fear over my parents "impending divorce". Our family's days now revolved around the changes we were making for God.
"My house began to suffer. For the first time in my life, I left dirty dishes in the sink, floors unswept, and dirty laundry stayed wherever it landed."