Category: Letting Go

When Jesus’s Blessings Are Hard

Meg came out of the endoscope Monday exhausted. I picked her up and held her in the rocking chair. She laid her head against me, her voice rasping through her sore throat, “Mom, do you know how much I’ve suffered?”   I pulled her close hoping she’d fall back to sleep and stop thinking about Read More …

Overcoming Doubt

We pulled into the parking lot at the hospital this morning when Meg asked, “Do you think I’m brave enough Mom?”   I slid the car into park and looked at her. Her question didn’t rack my brain, it pierced my heart.   Of course you are I tell her. You’re brave, courageous, and feisty 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 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 …