I cried. I prayed. I got it out. Now it’s time to let it go and move on.
Stephen will be home tomorrow; I want to cheerfully welcome him! And the house will be really clean too!
“This is not a good place to be,” he told me in reference to the town of Yele in general and the Lion Heart hospital in particular . . . Tonkolini District, where the Dutch charity Lion Heart hospital is located, had been put under quarantine just three days prior because the Ebola Virus Disease (EVD) was spiking so severely.Read More
We would sometimes go through a spells where finding a simple four-pack of toilet paper would be next to impossible. Never mind the larger 8, 10, or (gasp) 12 pack! I would nervously watch our small stockpile of tissue dwindle down, and down.Read More
So I found a manual therapist, and, for the first time, I had a therapist with whom I could stick it out and receive lasting benefit. My therapist really helped me from the very first visit. Unfortunately, I experienced a second dislocation, also in bed. It was at this point that my therapist pulled out the “big guns,” so to speak.Read More
What do I do? My husband is gone. My dogs are gone! It’s just me and three crazy goats! What do I do? I swallowed hard, and thought it through. Then, I was resolved what I would do.Read More
With guidance from the Gardener, I am learning that I must make judicious decisions about what goes in my lovely basket. This is essential to my physical and emotional wellbeing. My health is just too fragile right now, and is easily over taxed . . . The Gardener is generous with the beauty and variety of the flowers that fill my glass basket — my life. I just need to be wise and not pick them all at once.Read More
As the sun made its way up, I looked to the brightening Kangari hills, and my mind’s eye traveled further to the Eastern Province and the red clay streets of Kono. I could see where we had walked 12 years ago. I thought about the children we had met who would now be adults. And I could see three red shirts.Read More
As my knee is deeply aching, I begin to move out of bed and I’m reminded that not just Saturdays but all of my days are going to be very different from what Stephen and I had planned and hoped. But I’m also reminded that in Christ, they can still be glorious.Read More
She wasn’t there for several weeks. I was sure I’d be able to pick her out from the growing group. Each week I looked and each time I was disappointed to not see her again. A couple of times I had caught a glimpse of her while I was in town at the market; she returning the distant gaze before shyly turning away …Read More
Indecision remains a terrible lingering fog for me. It paralyzes me at times as I try to make even the simplest choices . . . I’m confused. I’m looking at the clothes but not really; I’m looking somewhere else.Read More