The God Who Gets in the Gap With Us

The God Who Gets in the Gap With Us

The pink clouds on the horizon wake me this morning. Another day has started. Another day to praise God for mercies that are new and fresh for this day. Another day to cry out for wisdom in how to battle LeRoy's pain. I don't like to start the day this late. I need the early morning hours before daybreak to get my heart settled and prepared. Shortly after the sun rises, it's time to get breakfast going, meds laid out, and the washing machine running. The day is off and running and there's usually no time for pause until I lay my head back on the pillow for the night.

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Don’t Miss It!

Don’t Miss It!

This will be the first time in twenty years that I’ve missed. All the way back to 1997, if Nancy was in Oklahoma, Missouri, Texas, Tennessee, or Little Rock, I was there. Back in the day, before the first True Woman Conference, before radio programs were recorded, or her books were written, Nancy DeMoss Wolgemuth was calling women to: “Freedom, Fullness and Fruitfulness in Christ” through the ministry of Revive Our Hearts, in small conferences. Mostly I was there in the background giving prayer support.

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Disappointments, Hopes, and Dreams

Disappointments, Hopes, and Dreams

If you are still with us on this journey, we want to pour out a huge bucket of gratitude on you. Thank you so much for continuing to stand with us in faith and to kneel with us in intercession. We stand in deep waters right now . . . pushed into the oceans of the unknown and “trust without borders.”

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We’re Heading Back to Texas

We’re Heading Back to Texas

It’s been four weeks since we came home. Four weeks since we packed up our belongings from our eighteen-day stay at Zale Lipshy Hospital. It’s been a period of adjustment, learning, walking in foreign territory, shedding tears, lifting worship, and some days just plain shock and numbness. Only four weeks, but it’s been a long season of pain—much pain. Today I’ll load the car and we’ll head back.

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When Peace Flows Like a River

When Peace Flows Like a River

When I was a little girl, I didn't know the story behind the hymn, I just knew that singing it always flooded my little soul with peace. Although I’d not yet experienced prolonged pain or been exposed to real suffering, my young heart had encountered dark evil, and this song brought a sweet “knowing” that, although evil lurks, because I belong to Him, God is watching over me. As a child, I claimed this hymn as my favorite, but it wasn't until I was a teen that I began to notice how God sovereignly wove that hymn into my life at significant junctures.

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When Healing Doesn’t Come

When Healing Doesn’t Come

Long before LeRoy ended up in the hospital, we adopted a song on the radio as one of our new favorites. The words and message mean even more since we’ve started this journey into foreign territory. The lyrics are based on the Old Testament story of the three Hebrew boys in the book of Daniel. Remember them?

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Don’t Waste the Suffering

Don’t Waste the Suffering

It had been a very hard day. LeRoy’s pain has been intense, and I’m unable to alleviate his suffering. So far, I’m managing to be out of his line of vision when the tears start spilling. I’m not wanting to add to the weight he’s carrying right now. The time will come for us to cry together, but not yet. Right now, I need to continue to be a strong and smiling encouragement for him. He told me this phrase has been running through his thoughts in his half-asleep state at night: “Don’t waste the suffering . . .” And I assured him that he’s not.

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Finding Joy in the Pain

Finding Joy in the Pain

It is a hard road to walk right now. It is. LeRoy is enduring much pain, we can’t see what is ahead for us, but we know one thing, our Redeemer is trustworthy. When I was such a young thing that I thought “suffering and trials” existed in the category of flat tires, heavy school loads, and flea houses, God was merciful with me. He understood that my understanding was limited to my experience and context, at least that’s what I think He means when He says:

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A River Runs Through the Pain

A River Runs Through the Pain

The pain is intense, I don’t know how he bears it, but he does. It wrenches my heart in two, seeing him cringe and his body contort from the pain, but at the same time, I’m amazed by the grace God is giving him to walk this road with a heart of surrender and worship. Truly amazed. In the midst of the pain, there is a river . . .

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LeRoy Shares Our Story

LeRoy Shares Our Story

We came home from the hospital and ten days later, God gave LeRoy the grace to share with our church family some of what God has been teaching him, and to update them on what’s happening medically. I’m posting the link to that podcast below, and if you take the time to listen to his heart, I think you’ll be encouraged.

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Learning a New Dance

Learning a New Dance

LeRoy is not a dancer. He’s never danced, never wanted to dance, and dancing isn’t even a category he knows anything about. But we’re learning a new dance together. We’re a bit clumsy right now, but making feeble attempts at learning the new movements that this dance requires.

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Giving Thanks in Suffering

Giving Thanks in Suffering

This is a hard road to walk. But every day brings fresh new batches of reasons to give thanks. Rather than focusing on the tough stuff today, I just want to list some “Thank Yous” and share with you a small bit of my “Gratitude List.” I’m Thankful For:

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Our First Steps Into Uncharted Territory

Our First Steps Into Uncharted Territory

We’re home. Eighteen days after entering through the Emergency Room, after an emergency exit from the conference on Prince Edward Isle in Canada, we packed up the room that had been our medical home for almost three weeks. We said good-bye to new friends, doctors, nurses, and caring providers. Dr. Peter had a huge smile on his face as he watched LeRoy “walk” away. He arrived in a wheelchair, but walked out with a cane. We’re home, but we’re not in familiar territory.

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So, I Bought My Husband a Cane Today

So, I Bought My Husband a Cane Today

When you walk down the wedding aisle to join hands with your twenty-something groom, few brides probably consider that one day this strong young buck may be crippled. When we commit to faithfulness in sickness and in health, fleeting thoughts of colds and flu might come to mind. But a hospital bed set up in your living room to care for an invalid lover probably never enters the bride's thoughts, and yet, many find themselves there in their "golden" season of marriage.

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Hospital Stay Day 15

Hospital Stay Day 15

“Good news! He doesn't have Leprosy!!” The young doctor burst into our room to make this announcement . . . almost knocking down the even younger OT tech standing in the doorway. I wish I’d been able to shoot a pic of that young tech’s face. Her eyes were huge and she almost ran from the room, never to return!

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