(Warning:  This post includes graphic imagery and an oh-so-uncomfortable topic.  I hope you'll stick with me, but I won't judge if you can't.) I made one of the hardest decisions of my life last week.  I had surgery, and about 50 stitches and two drains later, I am not even flat-chested; I am concave.  I... Continue Reading →

I want to give you just the right words.  Ones that will fill your cup, that will stick to your insides as you swallow gulps of hope and inspiration.  I want to be a light in your life, not just another sad story.  I want to be strong, but somehow that word --strong --has become... Continue Reading →

As a chronic illness warrior, plans are scary.  It's hard to plan for the future, whether it be a couple hours from now or in a few weeks, when you live with an unpredictable health condition. I am a planner by nature and thrive on knowing what to expect.  Nothing makes me feel more productive... Continue Reading →

This evening I refereed a squabble that involved a pepperoni roll to the eye.  Not even kidding. If my daughters don't stop bickering, I'm going to need strong meds and a padded room. As we left our evening church service today, I overflowed with the power of the Easter message.  Our three pastors delivered an... Continue Reading →