Short reflections on walking with Jesus through chronic illness, grief, and the daily work of suffering well. New posts occasionally; older posts always available.
Reflections on faith, suffering, and hope for the journey.
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In Sickness and in Health
I looked over the beautiful arrangement of roses, but instead of feeling joy, anger and disappointment rose in my heart. Seventeen years of marriage, but we were in no condition to celebrate. We took the vows “in sickness and health” on our marriage day. We’ve covered the “in sickness” but have yet to look forward…
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The Father\’s Embrace
I watched Hannah crawl into Ben’s lap, his arms enveloping her completely, pulling her in. She nestled up in his chest and rested her head on his shoulder. Her angst of a few minutes ago was gone. She was confident of her father’s love and knew how to find solace in his embrace. This little…
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The Promise Keeper
I shifted my gaze from the apple I was cutting, and there taped to my cupboard was a faded index card. The edges were frayed and watermarks covered some of the words, but it was still legible. It had been there so long it blended into normal. I paused and read out loud, “I believe…
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God\’s Power in Weakness
The room smelled of chemical dyes and shampoo. I sat in the beautician\’s chair as she flittered about the tiny room, chattering as she cleaned up various bottles and styling tools. I felt weak and sick, discouraged from another day of sickness and nausea and pain. But, I knew that God wanted me to reach…
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God\’s Power in Weakness
The room smelled of chemical dyes and shampoo. I sat in the beautician\’s chair as she flittered about the tiny room, chattering as she cleaned up various bottles and styling tools. I felt weak and sick, discouraged from another day of sickness and nausea and pain. But, I knew that God wanted me to reach…
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Pour Out Your Heart to God
I once thought lamenting was reserved for those grieving death. But, the more I read the Psalms, I realize how very wrong I was. Through my health struggles over the years, I did my best to be strong and put on a smile. I believed that I was being a good Christian by suffering as…
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Waiting for Transformation
The birds are chirping extra cheerfully this morning, my heart feels heavy though. It’s only 6:30am but the air is already quite humid and heavy. As I stroll down the sidewalk, I begin pouring out my heart to God. I feel desperate for him to speak to me in the midst of my brokenness. For…
Suffering Redeemed 