It’s my hope that you will look around and by the time you click away you will have something of value. Life can be hard, and sometimes it feels as if there is no hope, no water for your parched throat, no edge of light on the dark horizon.
In the fall of 2008 I was diagnosed with breast cancer. The ensuing six months of treatment forced me to press PAUSE on a busy life as a pastor’s wife and nurse. My mother had just suffered a severe stroke which left her weakened and permanently demented, a lot like a toddler. A week before the diagnosis we had moved her in with us, temporarily, in hopes of helping her regain strength and maybe a bit of her brain. As I cared for her over the winter and watched my hair fall out and my body crumble under the strain of chemotherapy, God spoke to me and said, “It’s time to tell the story.”
