Category: God’s Plans

Making God’s Will Our Own

This morning I asked Meg how life’s going. Without missing a beat she answers, “I don’t know but it’s delightful.”   This comes from the same little girl I picked up off the floor last night after she fell asleep early curled up in a ball not feeling well.   Sometimes I feel God overwhelming Read More …

Becoming Better Warriors

Meg’s been on a roller coaster, feeling really good, awful, but mostly a lot of in-between. Test results are being sent to Texas to keep the surgeon up to date while Meg will continue to be monitored.   Every battle we come up against feels the same as those before. They’re trying, testing, and seem Read More …

Facing Discouragement

The last several days Meg’s attempts to be strong and not cry, were unsuccessful. She sat at the table asking me to help take the pounding in her head away. When her complaints began including her eyes hurting I knew it was time to take her in.   The Dr at Children’s thought her pressure Read More …

Not Cut out for This

Meg’s happiness and cheer were left at the security gate as she clung to Evan telling him goodbye. The curve of her mouth defined the perfect sad face. It was cute in a way, until her bottom lip started to quiver. Tears flooded her eyes, ripping out even onlooker’s hearts.   I put on a Read More …

Moving Closer to God

Meg throws her hands up in the air, “I’m on top of the world!”   Actually it was a viaduct but I didn’t correct her.   I didn’t have to look back to know one of her eyes looks a little swollen. The pressure was high enough this morning she was unwilling to sit up Read More …

Living Undefeated

Meg was right up at my Grandmother’s side, reaching her hand through the rails and laying it on top of the hospital blankets. Her small voice was almost absorbed in the large room, “I’m sorry. I hope you feel better. I love you Great Gram.” As Grandma slept Meg dropped her hand and eyed the Read More …

Finding Strength

Meg was up early cutting, gluing, and coloring. Knowing she wasn’t feeling well I asked if she’d rather make a card for Great Gram who’s in the hospital instead of the book she was set on. She looked at me with tired eyes and said, “No Mom, this is what I need to do. I Read More …