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Hope

I love the above video and song.  So much.

The moment the wall comes crashing own, is the moment of hope.  We come, with these bricks of burden.  These things that we cannot save ourselves from. There is nothing we can do but lay them down, or we crumble under the weight of them.

Surrender.

I’ve been bringing my bricks, some days hurling my them in despair, sometimes so weak, whether it be physically or emotionally, that I can barely carry them there.  I certainly have not been stacking them nice and neatly as my normal, controlling self would, because life is no longer nice and neat.  Cancer wreaks havoc on order.

When blood and water hit the ground, walls we couldn’t move came crashing down”
“We were free and made alive, the day that True Love died”

Here is the beautiful thing.  These bricks I bring, I no longer am bringing them to an impenetrable wall that keeps me from God.

I am bringing them to a cross, where blood and water spilled for me. For you.  Because of this pooling of love at the foot of a cross, we now have access to the Almighty God.  We have hope.

 Perfect paid for the imperfect. 

His death created a way for us to lay down our bricks, and have them covered with something beautiful. I love how the video shows piles of rubble that turn into green lushness.  Green life.

Green grace.

We ha ave hope of forever because by His spilled blood, we are healed.  We are washed whiter than snow and made new!  Love conquers all and covers all.

For True Love did not stay dead.  He took those bricks with him to the grave, then came back to us from death.  He conquered death!  His love is what did this, and because of it, we have access to God, now, and forever.

I don’t know what I would do without this hope.  I have been coming so often to that cross, to lay down my burdens.  To confess sin.  I come so I can have eyes to see what He has done for me.  To be reminded of the eternal, to get my head out of the here and now.  I come and He is there.  He knows my every thought.  He comforts me, His child, and I leave once again reminded that I am not alone and that I don’t need to have answers because He does.  He is Perfect Love with the answers, and because of this,  I have hope.

May I ask, friends, what about you?  Does this resonate with you? Are there bricks you bring?  Are you faltering under the weight of them?  Are you so buried that you feel unseen, or want to be unseen?  Know this.  The Father sees you, AND HE LOVES YOU, RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW, NO MATTER WHAT.  He’s already taken care of those bricks, so if you want to rest, if you want hope, lay them down.  Get to know the Creator, the Almighty, the one who sent True Love to die so that we could experience true love and hope.

Psalm 51:7  Purify me from my sins, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.
Psalm 68:19  Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior, who daily bears our burdens. Selah
Isaiah 53:5  But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed.
2 Corinthians 5:17  Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!
Romans 14:13  May God, the source of hope, fill you with joy and peace through your faith in him. Then you will overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.
Cancer Journey/ HEALTH/ Spiritual

Learning To Dance

I sat at Starbucks for a few hours yesterday and spent some time reading God’s Word.  I came upon the parable of the Sower in Matthew 13.  It inspired this…
I am a seed planted lovingly by the Gardener.
He is in Control.

He takes care of me.

The seeds He plants are special. 
Special because He gives them choice
He lets me choose whether or not I will allow Him to sustain me.
He knows what is best for me. 
He watches over me when the storms and winds come. 
He asks me to remain planted, and allow Him to do the work. 
He asks me to just submit and to keep my face upturned to Him,  
 
Face turned, I dance in worship to the One who gives beauty and life.
At times the gardener must strip me, and it is painful. 
I wonder if I’ll survive the deadheading, the pruning.
Petals fade, head hangs low. 
It takes great effort –choice— to turn upward.

The season is cold, I lie waiting, the loneliness overwhelms.
I know my Gardener is there.
I believe His promise,
He cares for me, though I am weak and small.
 I know this, yet do I really trust Him?
In this storm, within the fierce winds, I hear His whisper…
”Trust deeper, my beloved one. I am here”
“Do you believe me?”
I want to. 
I want to believe that He will breath life into mine and make me strong again. 
I believe that spring will come
 But there is the problem.
I want spring to look a certain way. 
I want spring to bring the familiar.
I want to be planted in the same place that I was before, amongst those whom I love.
My Gardner knows this, yet whispers
“Deeper still…let’s go deeper.  Let the roots take hold”
He gently picks up my head and tells me to look around. 
I do and I see something
It takes me by surprise; it is so off-putting –so ugly.
 Weeds.

 I have replanted myself and have emerged into a place of shallow soil. 
Where can my roots go?
I am here, in the shallow, surrounded with weeds created by me.
As I laid in despair, weeds named “Fear” and “Control” sprung up and have choked.
They have stunted my growth.
They have taken my ability to re-seed and multiply the beauty of my Gardener.
When did this happen?
How quickly and easily they have come!
It started with one; he calls himself “Fear.” 
He has many friends
Their names:
“Anxiety” 
“Control”
“Selfishness”
“Resentment”
These weeds have seen my thwarted plans and losses,
They have taken advantage of my vulnerability.
I didn’t keep my face lifted, and in they quickly crept
The “friend” most familiar right now is “Resentment.”
He pretends to keep me company and points out others
They are unhealthy, but not yet diseased, as I am.
The question comes as I look at them –“why me?”
What an ugly question to ask
That is the moment “Resentment” introduces me to “Self-Pity”
I hang my head in shame
Oh my Gardener, forgive me!
Forgive me for allowing these weeds, these hideous pretenders,
They replace the real Truth
They take my face from You!
You have promised plans for me. 
I want those perfect plans
I want to take root and say “Come what may”
Please pull these weeds out of my way.
Rescue me.
Show me how to get out
Plant me by a stream of living water.
Where I can drink the peace that you promise to give
A peace that is hard comprehend.
I have known such a sweet peace.
I have tasted it before
I long for it again.
You tell me to lift my head toward You and empty my worry
You tell me to ask you for help
You tell to practice thankfulness, and to keep dancing, even in the storm

This is what brings peace
You pick me up and replant me exactly where I belong,
You shine on me and give me life
I will forever lift my head and dance for you, My Gardener

Philippians 4:6,7
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Isaiah 58:11
“You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.”

Cancer Journey/ HEALTH

Getting Pain Checked Today..

 

{From My Caring Bridge Journal.  For updates to that journal, click here, it will take you to my Caring Bridge site.
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Well, have to keep this journal interesting, so my body is deciding to help out in that area– I guess?!

My spleen area decided to get angry last night.  It is pain right below my left rib area and goes around to my mid back.  It has been off and on lately, but it is the original pain that sent me to the doctor for an ultrasound in the first place, when we discovered all of this.  It is the rib area that “lit up” on the CAT Scan, so that is always on the back of my mind.  I know this, so I have been ignoring it wondering if its in my head:)

  It hurt quite a bit last night, worse than ever, so I finally made an appointment today at 3:00, to get it checked out.  I’m a little nervous.  Ignorance is bliss sometimes.  Pray that it is something simple.

I will also be getting my labs checked, hopefully they are up from 2 days ago!

My sister is in town and I get to help babysit my baby boy nephew tonight.  I’m so excited.  My dumb appointment better not mess with that lil’ date I got going on!

I’ll end on a positive note–It’s
massage day today at 1:00!!  I’m going to take tylenol so I won’t feel my rib/back pain too much, then I’m going to relax and enjoy every minute!!  Can’t wait!!
 
1 Peter 5:7
“Cast all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you.” 

 

Cancer Journey/ HEALTH

Processing Cancer


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Well, chemo seems to mess with just about every part of the body, and today I was feeling it BIG TIME hormonally.  I won’t go into details, but what was once normal is now pretty messed up!

Church was great today, although getting the family ready for church had a few bumps in the road.  The kids woke up tired, and they have a way of knowing when mom’s fuse is short.

After church I was so ready to have a great day at the Apple Orchard with the family.  We ate lunch and all three of my girls had meltdowns, which I did not respond to well.  At all.  We got as far as loading up the car, but an argument that broke out about who- was- going- to- sit- where put me over the edge.

Again I’ll spare you the details (because I am prideful) but we all went back in the house.  I shut myself in my room and just cried.  I knew I was not myself at all, I knew my body and hormones were all screwed up, but I just felt so frustrated with all the bumps in the day. I just had to sit on my bed and cry for a bit.  Honestly, I had a full blown pity party, while listening to a trio of my girls tears in the other room, which just made my party bigger.  Ugh.

By the time I got myself together, it was too late for my husband to go with us (he teaches at the Impact Leadership Academy on Sunday nights.)  That was a bummer, but I knew I could do our planned trip by myself. Other than emotionally, I felt very strong.  I knew physically, a couple hours at the orchard would do me some good, and I knew my girls would benefit from the outdoors.

We went to a little apple orchard that was just perfection.  It was cute, not overwhelmingly big, but not so small that my kids were bored.  The weather was beautiful, we picked lots of apples, rode a hay rack out to a pumpkin patch, ran (yes, even I ran!) through a cornstalk maze, jumped off bales of hay, rode a tire swing and just had a great time. 

I had to smile when on the drive home, instead of a trio of tears, I was hearing a trio of slurping.  We took some delicious Apple Cider slushies to go, they were awesome!


Warning: Gets heavy…

Emotionally, I still feel fragile.  I am tired and my eyes burn from my earlier tears.  There has been much lately, that has forced me to think about my mortality, and although those moments are fleeting, they are heavy.  

Now this is where some of you will want to pep talk me, and tell me that I need to think positive. I HEAR YOU and I DO for the most part.  But, the reality is, I have cancer.  Reality is, we do not know how this will all turn out.  I think I will beat this, but only God knows the outcome.  I know God desires me to face this with great trust.  I know He wants me to rest in Him completely, and part of that process is thinking about these things that will make most people want to say to me “Stop thinking that way!”

 I guard my thoughts, but I do find myself in situations that just force me to go there, whether I want to or not.  

Examples:
~The apple orchard has raspberry bushes.  My girls begged me to return next season to pick raspberries.  I told them of course, I would love that!  But the thought briefly enters my mind “will I be here?”  
~There has been 2 times in the last 24 hours where my kids and I are watching something (one was a video at church, one was Top Chef Masters) where a person was talking about their mother and how their mother died of cancer.  My little C looks up at me with her big eyes at church in the middle of the video, I see fear and questioning, I give her a reassuring smile, then she puts her head on my shoulder.  
~We were at the pumpkin patch, sitting at a picnic table eating a snack. The suns rays were shining through heavy clouds.  It was beautiful.  The girls started talking about Heaven and how it will be even more beautiful than what they were looking at.  They asked me if I think about Heaven more now that I have cancer.  I did my best to answer, but their quiet thoughtfulness lingered for a couple minutes, and I knew what was on their little brains.
~ (this one will make you think I need therapy-don’t worry, I have a therapist..) There have been times when I look at an object, and think about how weird it would be for that object to out live me.  For example, my guinea pigs (they have short little lives, and they were adults when we bought them), or my phone (how hard it would be for my family to have that object that is always with me, full of my texts, etc). 
 Yea, I will talk to my therapist about this one, but I have a feeling he will tell me all of this is normal and healthy, as long as I don’t dwell– or start throwing away all our “full of sugar” family recipes just so my girls don’t pass them down to their kids…no, I have not done this….ok, maybe a couple..

If you are still reading, thanks for hanging in there with me.  

If you are still reading, please don’t tell me to think positive.  

If you are still reading and are relieved that I have admitted to seeing a therapist and hope I can afford to continue to see one, donations are welcome…

JUST KIDDING!!:) 
Love you ALL!

ps Blood work getting checked tomorrow.  I am eager to see how my levels have done without the Neulasta shot.  Hopefully they have stayed up!!


FAMILY/ Parenting/ Spiritual

To Err On The Side Of Grace


Last spring, our beloved Amy wrote a beautiful guest post for me.  In it, she allowed us a peek inside her mission for her home – that it might be a place filled with joy, an overflow of her experience with the Ultimate Joy.

Her words have crawled into my mind and I often think about the atmosphere I long for and the one that, in all reality, I create.  As I’ve thought this through and sought God’s heart on how my children can experience our home as a place of joy, I realize more and more that before our home will be consistently joyful, I must consistently fall before the Father and plead with Him that I might be filled with grace.

Over and over throughout the New Testament, we are reminded of the pivotal role of grace in the gospel of Good News.  Without grace – unmerited favor from our God – there would be no gospel.  Without grace, there is no Good News.

I’m learning more and more every day how to extend grace to those around me – to neighbors and strangers, to those who I relate to and those I disagree with, to my husband and to my friends.

How is it possible that it is so difficult to extend grace to my own children?

When I hold up my words, my tone, my actions, and my thoughts to the truth of God’s Word, this is a glaring example of my weakness and my need for surrender (once again).

“Let your conversation always be full of grace . . .” Colossians 4:6

“See to it that no one misses the grace of God and that no bitter root grows up to cause trouble and defile many.”  Hebrews 12:15


Oh, how how often my conversations with my children lack grace.  Oh, how often they miss the grace of God in my interactions with them.  Oh, how I wish that weren’t true.

I have to think that this is the hardest context in which to extend grace because it is the one dynamic in which I am responsible for both encouragement and correction.  It’s so easy to become consumed in the correcting and lose a heart that is soaked in grace.

And yet.

Grace is unmerited favor, and I am so thankful that my Heavenly Father extends grace towards me even as He corrects me, that His favor towards me is evident even as He responds to my disobedience.  And if my children will grow to understand God as Parent through the ways in which they experience me, I’ve decided I want to err on the side of grace every time.

In chapter 4 of his letter to the church, James reminds us that it is God who gives us more grace.  

More grace, more grace, more grace, more grace.  

I whisper it all day long.

Further reading:

Families Where Grace Is In Place – Jeff VanVonderen
Grace-Based Parenting – Tim Kimmel
Any and all of Ann Voskamp’s reflections on mothering

Megan is a wife of twelve years and mama to two beautiful girls.  She writes on natural living, mothering, and faith atSortaCrunchy.


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ANTI-PROCRASTINATION/ Cancer Journey/ HEALTH/ HOME

Anti-Procrastination Tuesday #27

Hi Everyone!  Anti-Procrastination Tuesday is being hosted over at “The Morris Tribe.”  Can’t wait to see you over there…thanks for linking up!!

Kelly at the Morris Tribe has been my right hand woman:) while I’ve trying to maintain a blog and deal with cancer at the same time.  We have never met in person, but she is a soul mate friend and I so appreciate her!  She organized future guest posts for the weeks that I will be resting.  Such a blessing!

I am doing well tonight.  Tired, but energized on the good news my Doctor had for me today.  After one chemotherapy session, my tumor has shrunk by over 50% and the large lymph node I had under my arm is just a little swollen, she could hardly feel it.  Thank you so much for all your prayers and support.  To read more about my cancer journey, click on my Caring Bridge button in the side bar

Cancer Journey/ Emotional Health/ HEALTH

Finding Balance While Dealing With Cancer

Photo-D Sharon Pruitt


Balance in my life and in the lives of others is my goal, my passion and my prayer.

How do you find balance when Mom has cancer?  Do “Balance” and “Cancer” create an oxymoron?
It all depends on your outlook and perspective.  The first thing that you need to understand is that when dealing with cancer, you are playing a completely different ‘game’ than you are during other parts of your life.
I’ll use a football analogy to illustrate my point.
Let’s use the example of a football team, who only knew the game of football and had only played on a football field.  Suddenly, some large hand comes down from the sky, picks up the team and places them on a tennis court.  With this change came no warning, no time to learn tennis, different boundary lines, rules that are unfamiliar along with complete and total shock.
This is what a cancer diagnosis is like.
Families affected by cancer are taken from the familiar and placed into a world that is completely unfamiliar.  Life very quickly goes from “What’s for dinner tonight, honey?” to “Are you feeling nauseous from the chemo, babe?”. 
Prescription bottles are sprinkled around the home now, paraphernalia from the hospital is strewn across the once-made bed, and an air of ‘fear of the unknown’ paints itself across the family member’s faces.
Reflecting back about 7 years ago, our oldest daughter was suddenly diagnosed with pericarditis, swelling of the pericardium or the lining of the heart.  This was a life-threatening condition.  She was only 16 years old at the time, as well as only one of a handful of adolescents to ever be diagnosed with this condition.  A low-grade fever accompanied mild pain when we made way to the emergency room.  Next thing we knew, she was being rushed to Cincinnati Children’s.  A world-renown thorasic team was our best hope for saving our child’s life, as she ‘flat-lined’ two times before the week was over.
It came on like a tsunami…no warning, no symptoms to speak of, nothing.  Yet, we found ourselves running back and forth between Dayton and Cincinnati, wondering if we would be able to bring our daughter home ever again, for 17 days.  It was hell…absolute hell, to be in a high-stress crisis situation for 17 days straight, with 4 other very small children (one of them nursing) at home.  It’s a time of our family’s history that none of us will ever forget.
On day 18, she came home and required home health care.  She was pale, sick, weak and required full-time attention.  This went on for a few months until she finally was able to resume some studies.  That Christmas was a very sobering one as we knew she was lucky to be alive.
Unlike cancer, our medical crisis was much more short lived.  However, like cancer, our world was turned up-side down.  We were completely unprepared to deal with what was ahead of us.  Crisis puts us on a completely different playing field, with new rules of exchange and what balance might look like.
When a family is in crisis, for whatever reason, the truly important needs become paramount.  Needs such as spiritual, emotional and physical needs must be met in a healthy way for the family to navigate it’s way through this trying time to the other side of normalcy.
There is also no doubt in my mind that without outside support from family, friends and church family, the chances of a family making it through a major crisis in life, sane, diminishes greatly.
  Overwhelming stress can fracture marriages and children, they need and deserve all the support they can get.
Based on a bit of research, I’ve compiled a list (although not exhaustive) of practical ways to minister to a family in medical crisis.
Spiritual
If the family has a church home, hopefully they are already aware of the crisis at hand.  Most churches have a prayer ministry who would immediately take the family’s need to prayer, on an ongoing basis.  A minister would likely visit the family, whether and home or in the hospital.  Likewise, many churches have ‘meal ministries’ that would provide meals on a regular or scheduled basis to the family.
Folks, if you don’t have a church family, you don’t know what you’re missing in life.  I don’t know where we would have been without our church family during Hailey’s health crisis.  They helped us with the other children, they visited the hospital day after day to encourage us, they brought meals, drowned us with cards in the mail and the list went on and on.
Prayer is huge during a crisis time, which goes without saying.  Prayer not only for the afflicted, but for the strength of the family. Spouses and children struggle with fear, doubt, inadequacy, financial pressures, etc. and need special care!  They need constant prayer for wisdom, strength, faith, provision and stamina.
Emotional
Emotions run high during a health crisis, and can lead all of those involved into a schizophrenic state without emotional support.  I’m relating back to my own story here again, but what an enormous blessing it was to have truth worthy friends to listen….just listen!  Not solve it all for me, just listen to our crazy rantings that ultimately helped us to process through the crisis.  Never underestimate the power of a listening ear, my friends!
The spouse and children need special care.  This is the time for adult friends to come along side the patient and the spouse, together and separately, and give them the opportunity to share fears, doubts and problems.  During a health crisis, many times the ‘well spouse’ doesn’t want to burden patient with their issues and they tend to ‘stuff’.  This is very unhealthy and they need trusted friends to ‘unload’ on.
The children try to be stoic, yet need a safe adult family member or trusted friend to allow them to vent.  Children worry, more than we realize.  They are frightened, yet hesitate to ask Daddy or Mommy what’s really going on or for assurance about the future.  This is where an aunt, uncle, grandparent or trusted family friend can come along side the children.  Children can process through conversation, coloring activities, role-playing with dolls or trucks, etc.
Don’t shy away from this opportunity because you aren’t sure what to say…it’s not about you.  Just being there to listen is huge!  You don’t have to have all the answers.
Physical
Regardless of what a family is going through, life tends to march right on.  Grass and shrubs continue to grow, food continues to be eaten, errands need to be run, school related issues need attention, etc. 
This is another huge opportunity for others to come along side a family in crisis.
I have a friend who’s husband was diagnosed with ALS around the time Hailey was so sick.  It’s been about 7 years now.  He is wheelchair bound and has been for about 5 of those years.  They have 2 small children and a large older home that they renovated before the husband got sick.
Their church regularly helps them with maintenance of the home and the exterior.  They do repair work that my friend can’t do.  The last I heard, a group from their church came over weekly and just helped her to maintain the house so that she could care for her husband and children.  It’s been 7 years of this kind of love and support!  Sometimes health crises are very long term!
Families need help running errands, going to the grocery store, taking children to their practices, etc.  Our first reaction might be to pull children from all activities.  In my opinion, while some thought should be given to trimming the schedule, kids need to have something to look forward to, a diversion of sorts.  They need a little fun, to laugh and just forget the crisis for a while.  Wisdom will go a long way here.
Physical needs include food, good food.  Not only should an effort to coordinate meals be taken, but make sure the meals are healthy.  Casseroles are great, but make sure the family has access to lots of fresh fruit and vegetables.  Perhaps someone could make a big fruit basket once a week or so.  If someone near the family has a juicer, some fresh fruit or vegetable juice would greatly benefit the patient and the family.  Keeping their strength and immunity strong is imperative. 
To conclude, please don’t say to the family “If you need anything, call me.”  They won’t.  Instead say, “Hey, I’m headed to the store tomorrow, why don’t you put your list together and I’ll pick it up for you!” or “After my husband finishes the grass today, we would like to come over and help Todd with some yard work!”.
Reach out.  In our inability to cure the disease, we can lift up a family to heaven and serve them the way we were created to do.
Kelly Morris is a wife and mother to 9 children, 6 biological and 3 adopted, living in small town Ohio.  She can often be found blogging, writing, reading, cooking, gardening, digital scrapbooking and drinking good coffee.  Kelly authors “The Morristribe: Creating Balance for Busy Moms” and loves helping other moms find balance in their lives.
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