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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2018’s Challenge

2018’s Challenge

This post has been running through my head for weeks, but it took awhile to actually carve out time to transfer content from my head to my laptop. For those of you who’ve followed this blog for more than a year, you know that every fall, I issue the same challenge: “Begin seeking God for what your spiritual focus should be next year.” I offer that challenge in the fall, so you have time to pray and seek God to confirm what direction of study and spiritual growth He has for you in the coming year.

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The Patience of Noah

The Patience of Noah

The word is translated “long suffering” in some versions. Patience, it’s something we joke about. Something everyone says they need more of. Something that you’ll hear people warn you, “Don’t pray for patience or you’ll get plenty of opportunities for using it!” We often hear of “the patience of Job,” but have you ever thought about the patience of Noah?

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Choosing to Sing in the Desert

Choosing to Sing in the Desert

Ever had spurts of spiritual growth, with a few mountaintop highs sprinkled in, followed by a long desert season? Or reached a low point where it seemed your prayers weren’t hitting the ceiling? Or have you ever been so low that you couldn’t even voice a prayer?

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Moving Into 2018 With Hope

Moving Into 2018 With Hope

As 2017 came to a close, it slipped into the night quietly for us. LeRoy and I weren’t shooting off any fireworks or blowing horns. We didn’t even quite make it to midnight. Without any late night parties or fanfare, we’re gently releasing this year and opening our arms to the new.

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The Slow Wait

The Slow Wait

These walls held raucous laughter only a few hours ago, but now as everything is quiet, and I pick up the remains of delightful mayhem, the tears begin to slide. My daughter’s family has started their long trek home, all four little ones tucked safely inside their extremely packed vehicle. All the other family and friends have gone home. It’s just me and LeRoy again and the house feels too silent. As I pick up discarded Christmas bags and boxes, strip sheets from beds and roll up sleeping bags, I recount the many conversations, the Christmas cookies decorated, the bedtime stories read, and silly songs shared. I treasure the sweet memories made this week. It is times like this that life’s fleeting nature presses in with a greater intensity. Love and life’s brevity can be so painful.

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