Meg’s IV infiltrated twice before the MRI was completed. Coupled with the tape that took a layer of skin off her nose, and the effects from anesthesia, she wasn’t the happiest girl in recovery. I have to say none of which really surprised me. It’s how this goes. This is what we’ve come to Read More …
Category: Hurting Kid
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 in His Light
Meg looked at me with tears pooling her eyes, “How can a sneeze hurt my head so bad?” When the pressure is high, it doesn’t take much. The girl who loves to run and jump becomes the one who knows she dare not try. I don’t have to remind her how lucky 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 …
The Simple Question Jesus Asks
God’s the perfect one to love, and yet He has been the hardest sometimes. This past year God has taught us more about love than any other. Not so much about loving each other (although that’s a certainty), but more of what it is to love Him. The night the mass in Meg’s Read More …
What God Does with Dirt
Meg’s question caught me off guard, “Mommy, what are our new bodies going to be made out of? Is God going to use dirt again?” I had just finished explaining to Meg the medicine the doctor in Omaha is putting her on will help her nerves feel better. She told me it will be Read More …
Grateful When It’s Not Easy
I’m pretty sure Meg and I were the only 2 walking through the ER doors yesterday with a smile on our face. Having woke up at 3:30 in the morning with a 103 degree fever, Meg spent much of the day sleeping and not wanting to eat or drink. The pediatrician grew concerned and Read More …
Meg Gives It to Me Straight
I felt gut-punched hearing Meg’s words: “I don’t ever tell you this Mommy, but you need to know my head hurts all the time. I don’t tell you because I don’t want to go to hospitals and I don’t want to have to leave Evan. But it hurts. Every single day. It just never Read More …