God’s Grace/ Connecting with God
April 24, 2012
Thank You!
I am bursting with gratitude! Thank you to each and every person who prayed for me, encouraged me, thought of me, believed in me. I am slowly getting my life back and the first sign was that I was able to get up early and meet with my Lord in our special spot. I haven't done this for many months and I feared I'd lost it, but no, I only grew in my desire to be fed of His word and to be in His presence. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. I love Him more than ever before and I thank Him for the cancer He allowed me to have so that I might be refined and that you might have the joy of seeing how mighty He is! Thank you. Please share how He has blessed you through my suffering. PS I’m anxious to speak, please consider asking me to a women’s/girls event!
February 28, 2012
The Truth About the Bag
As my husband and I wrapped up our passage through the Jamaican customs, I discovered I was in the middle of a recurring nightmare. There on my gorgeous new turquois shirt, (adorned with a trendy belt, sitting a top fitted capris and rockin’ strappy mega-high heals) was the byproduct of a leaking ostomy bag. Like a shot through a helium balloon, I began to deflate. Just one moment before, I was confidently beaming, fantasizing about hitting the beach with my husband but before I knew what hit me I wanted to crawl under a rock.
February 13, 2012
Sincerely Thankful for Cancer
I write to you from an airplane on my way to Jamaica, for a short, sweet getaway with the man of my dreams! I never tasted life the way I do today, I have to say I’m increasingly thankful for the path God has put me on. Simple tasks like running errands, eating salad, exercising and being around to have my boys make me laugh are of great value to me these days. I’ve gone all out, turning over leaf after leaf, uncovering new styles of dress, an increased sense of adventure, original ways of spending my pastimes, and sincerely relating to those with physical handicaps. How shallow things were for me six months ago; appearance prevailed. I had no comprehension of how one might live the life I live today. Before my diagnosis, I bounded out of bed, greeting each day, full of energy and zest. I’d huff and puff, hour after hour, racking up accomplishments, never stopping, until my head hit the pillow where I’d lay lifeless, until I was ready to greet the next day. Though I enjo
January 31, 2012
He Loves me…he loves me not…
Am I loved? Like an anchor holding a boat through all kinds of weather, our attachment to our children is steady and strong. Some days are peaceful but occasionally there is trouble. Rivalry sparks carless wounds; somehow we just keep caring for and believing in them. We may discipline them, but in our hearts we have grace for the bumps in their road, because we are their parent. That is just a glimpse of how God feels about us. Our kids didn’t earn our love, and yet the first time we lay eyes on them we were overcome with powerful adoration. Can you imagine how God felt when He designed you, when He knit you together in your mother’s womb? Omniscient God was aware of all of our imperfections from the very beginning of time, but He wasn’t making perfect, He was making people with unique traits and gifts, that set us apart from any other person, and He knew we’d blow it.
January 6, 2012
Seeking a Path That Works for Me
As a woman whose heart is passionate about alternative medicine I am keenly in tune with my body. I know when I have a germ, and I take the appropriate measures like sleep, going to the chiropractor, drinking extra water, laying off sugar, using essential oils or an oral remedy; 99% of the time I stay healthy. The majority of society is different, they wait until something knocks them out, causing them to stop, before they address the needs of their bodies and then end up doing what they know best, going to the doctor’s office and getting drugs. My family has been free of antibiotics for years, that’s amazing since we have four kids; our pediatrician barely knows us. We show up for sport physicals and the nurses see we haven’t been in a year and wonder if we are really patients; no one ever stops to ask what we do differently. So few people take the time, energy and effort to care for the needs of their bodies that serve them so well. I love to call myself a Born-Again-Chri
December 31, 2011
God Help Me!
If you are close to me, you are all too familiar with the sight and sounds of my tears this week. I hate chemo! I am literally horrified that I have seven more treatments to go. I cried my way to the hospital Tuesday and have sustained the waterworks every day since. What a contrast from Monday, I was whizzing down a zip line, screaming at the top of my lungs as the thrill of the ride sent me worlds away from everything else I know. There I was flying through the Pennsylvania sky, high above the beauty of the earth, securely cradled in a harness, I couldn’t have asked for more. However, it was like slamming into a brick wall the next morning when we returned from our mini vacation and I was expected at Johns Hopkins for my biweekly dose of poison.
