It is CRAZY to think… yesterday I was sitting in a conference room of a business building, surrounded by inspiring professionals discussing the future of therapy protocols, court cases & the OKC school system… Tomorrow I’ll be spending a few hours with some of my favorite kids & families processing their joys & pains through… Continue reading Time After Time
They say the best way to honor someone we have lost is to use that sense of loss to embrace the truth that life is precious and short and thereby live it to the fullest. By our hardcore, COURAGEOUS, full-out living, we honor the dead. Along the same lines, I believe it’s also true that… Continue reading IF YOU LIKE IT, THEN…
First day of junior high together for The Littles… and I am struggglllleING today. Last night we had a great family time before bed. We sat the girls down and talked about the new adventures of school they are heading into, the logistics of mornings and evenings, homework and chores, activities and priorities; and we… Continue reading A lot of letting go…
“When you’re dreaming with a broken heart… waking up is the hardest part…” I’ve said before that I have this running soundtrack in my head at all times. For days now, I’ve had this song in my head. It’s about a love relationship, but for me it’s been about my dream of going to Africa… Continue reading Mustard seed dream
So here’s the deal… there are all these different characters or roles in every foster care situation. There are DHS workers, and court officials. Foster parents, foster siblings. There’s a judge. There’s always the victim. There’s always an offender or perpetrator. Unfortunately, there’s usually one or more characters in denial playing the role of bystanders. And… Continue reading Miss J’s terrible, no good, very bad day.
There was a time I had a convertible. Actually, I’ve had a couple, but there was a time when I had one since being a mommy, which is very different. Because Jacey makes everything better. EVERYTHING. I came across an old Xanga entry I put in Jacey’s journal from 2005 where I had given up… Continue reading Down with a decade. Like a BOSS.
Have you ever felt that way? Have you ever experienced so much until your worn thin and you figure surely God will give you a break for a while; that after a season of a wide load of suffering and processing and healing… and learning from all the suffering and processing and healing, that the… Continue reading God just keeps wrecking me
Chemotherapy is like this: Drink a gallon of bleach, followed by a gallon of ammonia and have a seat. You won’t have to sit long before your body responds. Simply put, it sucks. My first trip to the cancer unit immediately threw me out of hysterectomy-depression mode into chemo-shock mode. I walked in to a… Continue reading My Cancer Story Part 4: Hell.
Death beds can be a rudely desperate place. It’s almost impossible to explain. Disappointment consumes your thoughts… your body, heart, and mind all become very, very still. Time stretches long from minutes to hours to days; your mind that used to race like crazy becomes vacant and quiet… plans stop altogether, and all the colors… Continue reading My Cancer Story Part 3: FAITH
My Papa is like Jesus’ cousin. Pretty sure. They’re just that close. Of all the visitors that came to hospital, even leaving their own Christmas Day gatherings to come and console my family, he was the most memorable. Well, he and my sister Stephanie. I hadn’t seen her in a while, and her crying was… Continue reading My Cancer Story, Part 2: Hope