A Holy Horror- in which the brutality of death collides with the mercy of Christ

I expected labored and slowed breathing. I expected the meds to be pushed to their legal limits to keep my husband comfortable. I expected pain and suffering. I expected a slow fade. I expected death. I expected God to be present. I thought I was prepared. I'd been present during… Read more“A Holy Horror- in which the brutality of death collides with the mercy of Christ”

Of grief and giggles

Grief. Is weird. It’s exhausting, it encompasses everything from savored joys to excruciating pain and everything in between.  It also makes you do weird things.  Like:  Awkwardly telling some poor kid just trying to wait tables for spending money, that your husband died and it’s Father’s Day …when she asks… Read more“Of grief and giggles”

In Memory of Kyle Solomon, My favorite person.

Dearly beloved, we gather today to get through this thing called life. (Some of you will enjoy the Prince reference, I know Kyle did.) We also gather to celebrate the life of and grieve the loss of my favorite person. Grief is a part of love and life. Everyone here… Read more“In Memory of Kyle Solomon, My favorite person.”

The Blessing of a Pastor’s cuss…

“I can’t control my tongue.” “I suck.” ” What kind of Christian am I, If I use words like that?”  “I hate this about myself. If out of the heart the mouth speaks.. I must be full of awful things.” This has been my inner monologue for months:( because I’ve… Read more“The Blessing of a Pastor’s cuss…”

Of Boobs and Bras: in which a well fitting, flattering undergarment that costs less than my first car, is as elusive as a kosher ham. 

Men friends? Look away. There are some things that should remain part of the feminine mystique. Or read on- maybe you’ll understand the insanity that is women’s underwear. If so, let it make you empathetic, not creepy. Carry on. Can we talk bras and boobs, for just a moment? It’s… Read more“Of Boobs and Bras: in which a well fitting, flattering undergarment that costs less than my first car, is as elusive as a kosher ham. “

Guest post! Kathi Lipp and Cheri Gregory: The Only Failure Worth Fearing

( Please welcome my friends Kathi Lipp and Cheri Gregory to the blog today! Overwhelmed is their new project, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy digging in and finding hope and help for not just “those days” but all days.;)   February 1 was when I started hating myself.  As an… Read more“Guest post! Kathi Lipp and Cheri Gregory: The Only Failure Worth Fearing”

It’s still, a wonderful life. Cancer loses. Even if it wins.

You know the scene. George Bailey is stressed beyond his breaking point. After an encounter with an angel shows him just how much of an impact he’s made in the world, he finally heads home to face whatever comes. When he does, he’s welcomed and surrounded by friends, coworkers and… Read more“It’s still, a wonderful life. Cancer loses. Even if it wins.”

Dear Mom Still in Line Waiting to See Santa: 

I know. It’s on the “list.” The list of things that must be done between laundry loads, diaper changers and toddler tantrums. I know you picked just the right outfits. I know you are armed with enough toys, snacks and wipes to save a village of wolf raised children from… Read more“Dear Mom Still in Line Waiting to See Santa: “

Eye level. Cancer and Shrinkage. 

5′ 11 1/2″  That’s how tall the man I married was. 5’5″ that’s how tall my favorite person is now. (Same guy. Just the “cancer is crushing his spine” version.) (Please note: maxi dress was billowing. I’m fluffy. But, not that much. This is the family pic we take every… Read more“Eye level. Cancer and Shrinkage. “

“C” Is for Christmas, Cancer and Crazy, Coincidence? I think, not.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year. Or, not. One thing I hate about cancer- is that it tries to steal more than health. Cancer has the audacity of a gangster, out to steal everything. Joy. Fun. Health. Life. Expectations. Normalcy. And yes. Christmas. Cancer is the ultimate Grinch…. Read more““C” Is for Christmas, Cancer and Crazy, Coincidence? I think, not.”