I heard the noise before I opened my eyes. I wondered how many of them were up already. I fought back temptations of anxiety thinking of the mess that was surely already made. Fuel up. Don’t go out there empty and unarmed. Being a blessing to people includes the little people who live with me…
2 years later
2 years later. I’m so thankful for this journey. I have learned so much about so many medical issues. I have learned so much faith. HARD faith – but when is faith not hard? I have gained so much empathy for so many families, many I’ve met only BECAUSE of this journey. I have so…
To the mama at the earliest screening for the kid-friendly movie
I see you. And, probably, I get you. I figure you’re probably like me, torn between wanting to have nice family activities and fearing public meltdowns. Maybe you made the plans a few days ago, and maybe you even dreaded coming after solidifying the decision. But some sense of normalcy… the luxury of simply going to…
On purpose. With purpose.
For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong. 2 Corinthians 12:10 ESV “For when I am weak, then I am strong.” For when I am discouraged For when I am overwhelmed For when I am inadequate For when…
Kicking and screaming and emotional trucks
This morning, I woke up Gideon for school. If I have to wake up Gideon, he’s TIRED. He resisted, of course, and borrowed under his seventy-some-odd blankets that he insists on sleeping with. I dragged him out by his big feet. He struggled against me, seeking the darkness. I pulled on those ankles, those long…
Empathy and Awareness
I started a post yesterday. I’d had a conversation with an individual about Noah and a health concern to just keep an eye on. I left the conversation with the impression that this individual didn’t hear me, didn’t believe me, and didn’t understand me. I felt completely dismissed. It made me angry. Empathy, I thought.…
Hearing loss, not joy loss
After weeks, months even, of rejoicing in milestones and victories, I was reminded. After months of unneeded therapies (okay, not ALL the therapies), I remembered. Oh yeah. You have this syndrome. Not that I forgot, really. Just forgot that there were still things to rule out, stones to turn over. We know it’s a “mild”…