How God has been present, and oh so faithful, in every season of life.
Fall foliage holds profound insights into embracing life’s transitions. I am always mesmerized by the brilliant leaves on the trees yet dread their shedding. As I reflect, I marvel at the ease with which they release from the branches. The leaves don’t seem to hesitate, struggle, or question God.
My husband’s rescue was a testament to God’s presence in our lives, even amidst the darkest storms.
At some point, both of us and all of us, will face our last day. We don’t get a choice in how we die but we absolutely get a choice in how we live.
Losing my mother after moving to care for her and my dad is a milestone I need to explore. My season of caregiving was packed with moments together. Not all of them were pleasant or easy, or even ones that I wanted to relive, but saying yes to caring for my parents during their final years is something that I always want to remember.
It’s spring here in North Carolina but I’ve never seen a spring like this before. We moved from the Midwest in the fall and while the letting go was hard, God is beginning to show me the hope that comes from new seasons.
Just over a year ago, my oncologist said I would not live to see 2023. She cautioned me about traveling and described (in detail) all the ways my advanced-stage cancer could lead to a medical emergency. Undeterred, I prayerfully decided to delay chemotherapy.
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