She Stands Strong
Sometimes I look at a beautiful piece of art and think, How did they do that? How did they create something so emotional from a flat piece of paper and a few shades of blue? Or I’ll stand in the shadow of a building that was constructed hundreds of years ago and wonder, How did
Week 22 Memory Verse
I remember being 16 years old and begging my dad to let me drive two hours away to a party on a college campus with a guy friend that I went to high school with. It was the beginning of my junior year. Guess what my dad said? No way. Period. I stood in the
Teenage Boys Chip Away at Kindness
I really should have kept a list of all the people who helped me during my battle with breast cancer. It would be filled with the names of family and friends who delivered meals and picked up kids and sent cards. But it would also be filled with the names of strangers who helped me
Same Party, Different Focus
So I’m probably not supposed to say anything about this yet, but since you keep showing up and reading my stuff, I figure you’re a safe person to share things with. I’m launching a podcast! Now you don’t have to read my blog while you’re driving! I’ll give you all the details later this summer,
Week 21 Memory Verse
I was standing in the bathroom the other morning with a heavy heart. The doctor had asked me to come in for some blood tests, so I was up early. This would be no big deal, except that I had cancer a few years ago and so now everything feels like a big deal. Yep,
Kindness Changes the Way You See
One of the great lessons cancer taught me was the importance of getting my thought-life in order. There are way too many things in this world that could go wrong. If we allow ourselves to think whatever thought pops into our heads, we risk being dragged into a black hole of despair. But how do
He’s Home!
My Charlie is back home, snuggled in his bed. At least for the next hour until I wake him up with a loud, rousing rendition of “Rise and Shine and Give God the Glory!” It’s my favorite get-your-sleepy-butt-out-of-bed song. I mentioned in my post on Monday that Charlie, my 11 year old son, was on
