Hope When Life is Heavy
I entered the therapist office hoping for relief, help, and insight into all the struggles we were dealing with at home. Though the appointment was for my foster son, part of me wanted to kick my feet up on the edge of couch, recline, and breathe out all the things I was going through. Life is heavy. There were too many struggles, too many hard things, and no time to really get a chance to rest. So there I sat on the floor pressing my hands to the carpet, clenching my teeth as I listened and watched the therapist do
The Deeper the Love, The Deeper the Loss
The phone rang and I knew. It was the wee hours of the morning. I bolted awake and said, “Hello!” The words I heard next came as a relief of sorts and a knife all at once. My dad’s battle with cancer ended and somehow it felt as if he’d won even though he was gone. In my heart, I knew he wasn’t really dead, but he was more alive than he had ever been. I threw on yesterday’s jeans and a t-shirt that lay on the floor. The drive to the hospital was like a dream. And the
Can We Really Cast All Our Anxiety?
My heart literally feels broken in two. It’s a physical result of emotional strain. Maybe you know the feeling. Life happens, and it hurts. So you take deep breaths to try to release it, but no form of meditation or deep breathing exercise seems to release the grip that anxiety holds behind the breast bone. If you could reach deep inside and give the heart a tender massage it might respond and relax, but other than that, it just feels painful. What do we do in these seasons of struggle? Do we press on and hope for brighter days? Do
Cancer Changes Us
Life is a roller coaster. Cancer takes the ride to a whole new level. Just when you think the ride is slowing down, a rushing force can take you to a place of complete shock and terror. This has been the roller coaster I’ve been riding since the calendar changed to 2018. Just when I thought I had faced some of the most unknown, most difficult things a person can face, more unknowns where ushered in and snatched the breath from my lungs. So I gasped and I pleaded with God for answers, for clarity, as I did all I
Worry: One Simple Change
If you missed the first post in the series, you can find it here: Week 1 – Worry: It’s a Real Thing I bolted from my room as the fire alarm sounded and I rushed to the bedrooms where my children lay sleeping. When the fire alarm goes off in the middle of the night, there’s really nothing like it. The heart-pounding result is incomparable. First thought – my kids! My husband made the command, “Stay here with the children, and I will check out the house!” I stood at the top of the steps trembling, blinking quickly trying to
Worry: It’s a Real Thing
Worry. It’s the jaw-clenching, gut-wrenching, heart-pounding thing that makes you wonder what life will hold next. It’s the fear over what you said yesterday, or what will happen tomorrow. It’s the ache in the pit of your stomach that won’t give up, and the wrinkles in your forehead that can’t relax. It’s real. And it’s wreaking havoc on our souls one day at a time. What do we do when worry sabotages our peace and makes us feel like we can’t move? It’s paralyzing at its best, and completely consuming at its worst. We know it’s coming because it’s just
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