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I want to start this post by saying thank you! Thank you to EVERYONE who followed along, who supported us, who fed us, diligently prayed...

I lie awake at night and stare at the ceiling as the hours roll by, unable to calm my anxious mind. How did we get here? It feels like...

My mind feels like the inside of a rundown car’s dashboard. Every warning light is on and it is lit up like a Christmas tree… but not the...

Sometimes I question why I still believe. There is frustration in knowing that God has the ability to snap a finger and bring healing—and...

Ever feel like you’re the modern day Job? That as you’re sitting in your misery you keep one eye on the horizon, constantly scanning and...

I miss my husband. I wasn’t made for this. My mind keeps going back to a verse in Genesis; the first time in the Bible that God said “it...

A couple of years ago I got the word ‘hope’ tattooed on my wrist. I remember thinking to myself: “what happens when life is unbearable?...

My whole life feels as if it’s on pause as I wait for answers, and yet the sun continues to rise and fall. It’s hard to explain the...

I feel as though I am in a desert—stumbling and dehydrated, frantically searching for water. Wondering how many more days or hours I can...

I’ve started walking early in the morning while the house is still asleep. I call it my ‘watch-post’ walk. I walk in the cold,...

We continue to struggle to adjust to our new reality. We are walking on thin ice and any wrong step puts the whole house into tears....

My mind is in a constant fog. It feels like there are twelve open internet browsers—but the screen is frozen with a never-ending,...

I am not looking forward to Brock coming home tomorrow (Thursday December 9th) and yet I have this unshakeable feeling that it is time...

Brock’s pending discharge day is December 9th. I have mixed emotions with the upcoming discharge date. The staff feels confident it is...

Each year on Thanksgiving we go to a local Christmas tree farm and pick out the perfect tree for Daddy to cut down. I love this...

I have been told multiple times that my faith is inspiring, but I don’t feel strong or inspiring. I type out the updates on Brock...

I cried on the drive home from dropping Brock off at the rehabilitation hospital. I thought I would be rejoicing that we finally...

I have been in the pit before. I am not new to heartache and grief. The valley is isolating, dark, and you grasp frantically at any...

I am surrounded by people but yet still feel alone. An irreplaceable half of me is absent, and I see doctors and nurses more then my own...