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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