If you would’ve told me at age 22 that I would become the mama of three boys and learn to love backpacking, poop jokes and football, I would’ve said, “Um, no, I don’t think so.” If you would have told me on my 40th birthday that I would receive a breast cancer diagnosis one month later, I would have said, “You’re off your rocker. I hardly even have boobs to begin with…how in the world can they be cancerous?” If you would’ve told me one year ago that I would be typing this sentence with a dog on my…
Straight. Paved. And well lit. (Preferably with cute Narnia lampposts every 50 feet or so.) That is what I wish the path from where I am now to the place where God wants me to be looked like. Corey and I recently made some significant changes in our life. Necessary but hard changes. And it’s easy for me to get caught up in wondering where God is taking me and how the heck I’m gonna get there. Are we doing the right things? Are we leading our kids the way they need to be led? Are we willing to give…
In the past year both my parents and my in-laws have celebrated 50 years of marriage. (Today is my folks 50th.) That’s a whole century of commitment. Corey and I are blessed and our boys are blessed by the legacy that these four people are leaving us. I’m sure I could easily come up with 100 things I’ve learned from both my parents and Corey’s if I sat at this keyboard long enough. But for the sake of brevity, I’ll stop myself at 10. Work hard. My dad is the hardest worker I know. For years and years and…
Sometimes when I walk through hard things, I have a picture in my mind of what I’m learning and how I’m growing. Sometimes I can even see a path clear through to the end. Other times I feel stuck and the picture moving forward is fuzzy. At those times, it’s often difficult to arrange the thoughts floating through my head. I felt that way between tumor detection and cancer diagnosis, but I’ve felt that way other times in my life too. When something changes that’s beyond my control. When it still feels like everything should be as it always was,…
Life is hitting me pretty hard these days, so I’ve kind of been MIA. But today I need to share one quick little story from my family’s backpacking trip this summer. And I’m going to break my own rule of NEVER posting a first draft. (I’ll probably regret it tomorrow.) I’m giving you an unedited version of what my brain is telling my fingers, because that is about all I can handle right now. Around mile 13 of our marathon 14.5 mile day on the Superior Hiking Trail, after hiking for more than 10 hours in sweltering heat, my poor…