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this uterus and the hard parts of the story

On Friday, September 30th I had some tests done, including a biopsy. On October 5th I was told I had complex endometrial hypoplasia, which is a thickening of the uterine wall. The complex part means it is abnormal and "suspicious" of cancer, even though the biopsy did not show any cancer cells. So, on October… Continue reading this uterus and the hard parts of the story

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the crack in my waiting

The crack came this morning, and the light that found its way in was enough. It was enough for now. Enough to warm a cold place and break a hard place in my heart. He whispered "wait for Me" and light pushed in, all understanding and revealing and bright and everything. Listen up now, light is… Continue reading the crack in my waiting

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growing old and unfading glory

It seems that here, in our mid-50's, the aging process has become impossible to ignore. My husband hurt his arm awhile back, and it still hurts. What's that got to do with aging? He hurt it putting on his seat belt. Google says it's probably the rotator cuff. Google knows everything. And seat belts are evil. And then… Continue reading growing old and unfading glory

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the One who sees me

So, full-time has gone to part-time and I find myself in a familiar place of needing God to part a sea. Or at least open a door. It's a good place to be. Stretching, in a sometimes-I-think-I-might-throw-up kind of way, but good. Forces you to figure out what you really believe about God. To pass… Continue reading the One who sees me

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in the shadow of God

There were over 4500 people in the room. Plus me. I didn't know anyone there except Jesus. That was my plan - drive two hours to be alone with Him in a crowd. Kari Jobe led worship and Christine Caine brought the word and all of that was very enticing, but really, I was there… Continue reading in the shadow of God

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offensive mercy

I remember this song that went on repeat in my heart. Those words that became a yearning to get out of the boat and walk on water. To go deeper. Further, much further than I could ever go on my own. Oh how I would sing it out... Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders Let… Continue reading offensive mercy