A month ago, this maybe isn’t how I anticipated celebrating my 34th birthday, but this doesn’t surprise God. I remember thinking before my first surgery, that by my birthday, I wouldn’t necessarily be back to normal, but I would be far on the mend. I would be a week past my post-op appointment and hopefully…
If you have read my past few posts, they have been a look back at my time in the hospital, the raw details of what all occurred, and the journey God has had us on. We have now been home about a week and a half, and I’m not going to lie, it has not…
The days leading up to open heart surgery #2 were not always easy, but we made it. My surgery was on Monday, November 6, but the Saturday and Sunday leading up to it were exactly what I needed. I remember telling Dan the Thursday before that I just wanted a few good days to get…
I am more than thankful. I am humbled. In awe. More in love with God. Overwhelmed by grace. I remember lying in my hospital bed, wondering if I would make it home for Thanksgiving. At the time, it was a long ways off, but little did I know it would be just the week before,…
God sees. God knows. God hears. A saying that my dear friend Brenda has reminded me of time and time again. Six words filled with such promise, love, and comfort. Six words that felt we were hanging on by a thread to, when we thought things could not get worse. It was about 11:00pm on…
Last night, I finally hit my breaking point. I was frustrated with God. We had arrived home from the ER about an hour prior, Mazy was struggling, I was beyond tired, and Dan was the most patient man alive. As I sat on the couch exhausted, waiting for Mazy to go to bed, Dan tried…
