This is part two in a two-part series entitled: Field Notes from Pain
“Sometimes God allows what he hates to accomplish what he loves.”
― Max Lucado-
There was this youth group kid that whittled. You know, the art of taking a piece of wood and turning it into a troll or something. He did that. And he was good. I was fascinated- first, that a high school boy liked to whittle. Random. Then, I was fascinated by his work. He had an entire village of what I imagined to be Wemmicks. Continue reading “Field Notes from Pain: Part Two”
This is part one in a two-part series entitled: Field Notes from Pain
“Darling, you feel heavy because you are too full of truth.
Open your mouth more.
Let the truth exist somewhere other than inside your body.”
I feel “ick” today.
Maybe a bit sad, or tired, I am not sure which. Or hungry. Those three tend to blend together.
Jayden and Brooklyn are fine, not sleeping, but fine. As fine as two dying kids can be. In fact, most days, I fear they are doing a better job of living than me. Justin says I am too hard on myself. Perhaps. Ellie is great, too. Still asking a bunch of questions like most four-year olds do, and playing baby. Specifically, “a baby named Ellie who talks with her eyes. And crawls. And walks. And laughs. And giggles. And sleeps.”
Everyday. Continue reading “Field Notes from Pain: Part One”
I just feel sad today.
My heart is a little bit heavier.
He gets it.
Jesus knows what it’s like to anticipate the worst.
The garden of Gethsemane is in some ways comforting to me. The fact He chose to feel pain gives Jesus street cred. in my book. I mean, if Jesus would have died peacefully in His sleep, at 100, with His grandchildren singing His praises around him, I may hold a grudge about Sanfilippo.
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