The Comforting Fellowship of Suffering

The woman in the booth across from me met my eyes in an empathetic exchange. I had no idea who she was, but as she paused from lifting her fork, her silent communication indicated to me that she had a greater understanding of our situation than most.

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Here’s the Good News and the Bad News

Good morning, prayer-warrior friends! I feel like all I do anymore is ask you for prayer, and we can’t thank you enough for faithfully answering that call! This week, as we traveled to Dallas, as we sat in the Neurology clinic, anxiously awaiting news of LeRoy’s latest MRI, we could literally sense your prayers. Grateful. That’s a small word, but we are sending it out to you with enormous depth. You’ve traveled this journey with us since August, and we’re blown away by your faithfulness to intercede for us.

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When God Takes Over Your Planner

You know that “open hand” that I’ve told you I’m learning to live with? You know, the hand that threw away the planner I normally clutch tightly to my chest? Well, it’s a good thing that I’m not in charge of that any more, because once again, plans have changed—and this time I’m so glad! I love letting God take over my planner; there’s nothing better than the adventure of living in providence!

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The Goodness of God Shines Through

The Goodness of God Shines Through

If my posts have left you with the impression that all we’re experiencing is sorrow and suffering, then I’ve painted an inaccurate picture. Yes, for LeRoy, every day is physically painful—filled with long hours of excruciating muscle spasms and shooting nerve pain. But God’s goodness shines through, even in this dark terrain. God has given many tangible good gifts and joys through this season.

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He is Faithful, Even When I’m Not

Another sleepless night. After only two hours of sleep, although bone-dead exhausted, the pain urges LeRoy awake and although he tries to lie silently, suffering in the dark to not disturb me, I’m aware when his rhythmic breathing stops. I know he’s awake and waiting for his next meds, lying there praying and hoping for relief. Most mornings start this way. Precious readers, you have left sweet comments, encouraging messages, and sent kindness my way through words of affirmation. But, I need to assure you, God is the One who is faithful here, not me. There are days that my flesh rises and threatens to take me down.

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