When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
—Henri J.M. Nouwen
I hardly know how to start this post. There comes a time when life spills over the limits of words. That is where I find myself today. But perhaps moments like these aren’t for carefully crafted literary presentations. But instead, just honest, gut-level revelation. So. For those of you who read Monday’s post, you know […]
I did everything I could to prevent it. But, in the end, it didn’t matter. Thursday I had a regular check-up with my cancer surgeon. The one who performed my surgery in 2010 and the one I’ve seen every two months since. As of December, I’ve been cancer-free for three years. Which is why I […]
I’m humbled and grateful to be here today. A huge thank you to Michele for allowing me to share my heart. A little background. I’ve shared my sexual abuse story in the last few years, but I haven’t always been so open. Initially I kept it silent for a decade, then over-shared, then went silent […]
I was wiping down our kitchen counter tops one afternoon when found a little rubber thingy. I didn’t know what it was, so I threw it away. Of course, as soon as I tossed it in the trashcan I remembered it was the main power button for our TV remote control. Digging through layers of […]