When your house looks like this and you need to get some writing done, but you are too much of a hermit to pack up and find a different location from which to work, you move a chair in front of a window and pretend that because you can’t see the mess, it doesn’t exist. This is my writing strategy for the day. 🙂
Sometimes our house smells like crap. Literally. (Not figuratively-literally. Literally-literally.) And I love it. (Not the smell, the house.) It’s been two months since we moved in, and I still have an overwhelming feeling of gratitude every time I turn onto my cracked, narrow driveway. God gave us this house. I mean, we bought it and everything, but there are some things in life that are clearly gifts from God. This house, with all of its quirks, is one of those things. And it definitely has some quirks. Like the crap. Our basement seriously smells like a poop bomb on…
When I started writing my article that went live today at Christianity Today Women, my intentions weren’t to share the story with the world. I was writing for myself. Therapy on paper. But in the midst of it, the call out came for marriage articles, and I knew (if Corey would give me his blessing) I needed to submit a query. We are in this marriage thing together, Corey and I. Last year we met in sickness head on. (Dang you breast cancer.) As we walked with in sickness, we also met up with for worse. We fought them both and won. But…
He’s being creative (albiet crazy) and it makes me happy. This one involves basketball, tabasco sauce, a freezing cold creek and 30 seconds of oh-my-goodness-my-son-has-lost-his-mind at the end. Watch and give Owen a like if you feel so inclined. EXTREME GAME OF PIG CHALLENGE (Flip Shots youtube channel)
Given a choice between the hard things and the easy things, I’d pick easy. But sometimes God doesn’t let me choose. One year ago today Corey and I faced a really hard thing. A 5-hour surgery to remove my cancer and my breasts. I remember it with an ache in my heart. But right beside that ache there is joy. JOY. Because God is good and the giver of the good things. Even in the wake of bilateral mastectomies and reconstruction. The good thing of experiencing  peace that passes all understanding deep down into my bones as I was poked, prodded,…