6 Things I’m Gonna Do After My Exchange Surgery

Sleep. I have slept in a reclined position or on my back since February 25. That’s 145 uncomfortable nights, but who’s counting? Praise God for my super hero Dr. Testroet. Those little white pills she prescribed for me are the only reason I currently catch enough Zzzzzs to function like a human. Hold Sully. My dear friend Mara has…… Continue reading 6 Things I’m Gonna Do After My Exchange Surgery

An Open Thank You Letter to John Piper

Dear Mr. Piper, It is 1997. I am 21 years old, and I just hopped into a van with six of my friends to drive 17 hours from Ames, Iowa to Austin, Texas for the Passion ’97 Conference. I have no idea who you are. Just a name and a photo. A middle-aged man who…… Continue reading An Open Thank You Letter to John Piper

Aunt Hildy’s Vision – The Holy Places in Cancer and Grief

  The night before my surgery, I received this email from my great-uncle Marlowe. HILDY HAS BEEN FEELING PUNK THE LAST FEW DAYS AND WENT TO BED EARLY TONIGHT.  I WAS WASHING DISHES WHEN SHE CALLED ME TO THE BEDROOM.  SHE SAID THIS IS STRANGE. “I’VE BEEN HEARING THE VOICE OF MY FATHER PRAYING FOR…… Continue reading Aunt Hildy’s Vision – The Holy Places in Cancer and Grief