Photo Credit Last week, my man texted me a picture from the hospital which he titled “Gas Chamber.” We had known for eight weeks that this day was coming. The pulmonologist wanted him to undergo a breathing test. I am happy to report that our breathing is just fine. Thank you. The tech who oversaw…
Photo Credit Sabbath for me always involves worship. As a teen, I would make a mix tape, drop it into the stereo, put on my headphones, and press play. I’d sit alone before my God in my bedroom and wash the world away as my heart lifted up to heaven through the melodies. These…
Photo Credit Dorothy had it right: There’s no place like home. In 2012, I spent 10 days in the hospital in May and then seven days in June. When I exited that sterile environment, tears welled up from deep in my gut as I drove toward my house. I missed my bed with the…
Photo Credit I spent four days watching my husband cough up a lung before he allowed me to take him to the ER. The first night in the hospital we did not sleep a wink. The attending doctor initially assured me that my man had a mild case of pneumonia, but that diagnosis changed…
Photo Credit / Quote: Mark Buchanan I was supposed to be on a cruise this week. Seven days of rest and relaxation sunk into an ocean of despair with one phone call. Your grandmother is not well. I hung up the receiver after my mom called me at the office and said a prayer…
Psalm 91:1, NLT I long to sit quietly at His feet and listen to His heart. But most days, I am running around like Raggedy Ann with a million things to do. I miss Him when I wake up late and rush off to work in the morning. I forget He is close by…