The Reward of a Long History With Your Church

The Reward of a Long History With Your Church

This is the post I’ve wanted to write for months. There is so much I want to tell you, but it could not fit in this small space. Instead, I’m going to share only a small bit of what’s on my heart. I want you to know what a privilege it is to be part of a healthy and biblical body, and how grateful we are for our precious church. But what I really want you to know is that longevity matters.

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God’s Invitation to Meet in Sacred Intimacy

God’s Invitation to Meet in Sacred Intimacy

Last week, Revive Our Hearts aired a conversation that I had with Nancy DeMoss Wolgemuth about prayer. This was originally recorded awhile back, before LeRoy’s debilitating illness, but the truths she and I talked about then are even sweeter (and more of a tested reality) today than the day we recorded this program.

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When One Thing Leads to Another

When One Thing Leads to Another

It all started because of my love and concern for my man. It was only the first week in March and I knew something had to be done. Love for my man, and the desire to protect him from a serious threat led me on an adventure I never would’ve chosen. (You’ll need a little background for this story to make sense. Well, even with the background info, this story will probably sound a bit crazy.) We live in the South. And in the South, we have a treacherous enemy every spring, summer, lasting even into the fall. They can be relentless, only hiding out for a few months during the coldest season. I’m talking about a real enemy. Spoiler Alert: If you have a weak stomach, are disgusted by the rigors of rural life, or have a fear of insects . . . you may want to skip this post; it’s definitely a bit off the beaten path for this blog.

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Out of Love for Jesus

Out of Love for Jesus

This is the refrain that answers me when I’m weary and standing in the kitchen again to prepare another meal. Or getting up earlier than my weary body feels it can. Or staring another stack of paperwork in the eye and telling it, “I will conquer you, today!” I love my husband, yes, and I desire to serve him well. But, when the daily grind seems impossible, this refrain reorients my thinking and rebukes my grumbling heart: “Out of love for Jesus . . .” Pressing into a long, hard road requires a love that is greater than earthly love. It is love for Christ that provides the grace to plunge into the hard things.

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The Biggest Challenges of Long-Term Illness

The Biggest Challenges of Long-Term Illness

Someone asked me the other day to summarize some of the challenges of this past year. It’s hard to put that in a blog post. It’s hard to even verbalize, and just the task of writing those things down feels a little daunting, but if I can, I think it might be helpful for others who are walking a similar road to know they are not alone in their painful journey.

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Moving Beyond Number Three

Moving Beyond Number Three

We’ve moved into what seems a new chapter in this journey. For those of you who are new to the blog, let me summarize the past ten months by explaining that much of our life has been consumed by my husband’s physical condition and medical needs. He spent August of 2017 on the neurology floor of an excellent hospital. That wasn’t in our plans, we were actually in the middle of a conference in Prince Edward Isle when he suddenly lost his ability to walk.

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Learning a New Rhythm

Learning a New Rhythm

April slipped by without a word from me here; the blog was silent and I’m sorry I wasn’t able to send you an update. Thank you precious readers who continue to carry us, to pray and intercede for our needs, even when you don’t hear from us. Will you ask the Lord to open a space in my daily schedule for writing (if He still desires for me to minister in that way)? I’m needing to find a new...

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It’s Definitely Not Karma

It’s Definitely Not Karma

It’s understandable that we all want to fit suffering into that little box, that pagan system of “Karma” that explains all illness or tragedy as a result of some wicked or sinful past. The problem with that way of thinking is that it isn’t biblical. At all.

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Experiencing Joy in Sorrow

Experiencing Joy in Sorrow

Joy has a special spot in my bedroom. She sits on the small love seat, looking completely out of her element as the lone “toy” in the room. But I proudly display her because she’s special to me. I doubt I would’ve ever purchased her myself, but a couple of my precious girls (both friends in their teens—one is my niece) brought her back for me from a trip they took to Chicago. They say that I remind them of Joy. Joy sits there and reminds me of them.

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The Peace that Rescues a Fear-Filled Heart

The Peace that Rescues a Fear-Filled Heart

In the first few days after we came home from the three-week hospital stay, I’d be standing in the kitchen (something I do a LOT of these days), either at the stove cooking or at the sink washing away the remains of another meal, and I’d subconsciously feel LeRoy coming up behind me. At least that’s what it seemed like, that I heard, or maybe just “felt” him moving up behind me to give me a hug, or put his hand around my waist, like he’s done a million times. It was just a natural movement in the rhythm of our lives. But then, I’d realize no one was there. I only thought he was walking into the room, like so many times before. But no one was there.

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Trail Markers for the Frightening Wilderness

Trail Markers for the Frightening Wilderness

When LeRoy and I were hiking a few years ago, we started out on a clearly marked mountain trail. But the further we went, the fewer the trail markers! Gradually we were wandering through rough terrain and completely off track. After several hours of trudging through the wilderness, searching for signs of our original trail and coming up with nothing, we finally admitted we were lost. As the sun was starting to set, we found a barbed wire fence at the edge of the woods and crossed it, wandered onto a dirt road, and flagged down a lone pick-up truck to hitch a ride back to our car—more than twenty miles away!

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The Truth That’s Hard to Swallow

The Truth That’s Hard to Swallow

Facebook is an interesting community where we’re assaulted with all kinds of opinions, arguments, and uncomfortable gossip (that’s why I don’t spend much time there, you’ll find me more often on Instagram). But when I do drop in to post occasional updates or links to blog posts, invariably I’ll get a few responses that are well intended, I assume, but nonetheless, they are comments that are untrue. As I’ve posted updates on LeRoy’s destructive illness and paralysis, I’ve received these kinds of comments: “Your husband doesn’t deserve this!” “God didn’t do this to him, this is the work of the devil!” “God doesn’t bring illness . . .”

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When Romance Goes Beyond the Flowers

When Romance Goes Beyond the Flowers

Do you have a romantic evening planned with your sweetie? It took me a few years of disappointment before I learned that my husband’s love for me can’t be measured in candy boxes and cards. LeRoy and I won’t be spending an exotic “romantic” evening together, but our love is deeper today than it’s ever been.

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First Infusion Update and More

First Infusion Update and More

Maybe secretly, you know deep, deep down inside, I was hoping for LeRoy to wake up the morning after his infusion and be pain-free. Of course, I’m always hoping for that, but getting this high-powered drug flowing through his veins might’ve raised my hope-level a bit more than usual. But reality came crashing in within hours of the infusion.

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And So, a New Chapter Begins. . .

And So, a New Chapter Begins. . .

The call finally came. We have waited for so long, it seemed that it might never come. You’ve been praying, we’ve been asking, so many have lifted up the specific request that LeRoy might be able to start treatment and . . . Yes! The call finally came.

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