Thursday, December 31, 2015

the most precious thing

They had been playing in the basement for nearly an hour.

I stepped onto the landing at the top of the stairs to call them up for bedtime.  But first, I listened.

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Thursday, December 17, 2015

the relationship i've had to fight for

Her hair was a tousled mess on the top of her head. She wore only the pink and white striped undies she slept in and the insulin pump connected to her hip.  With her thumb she pressed the button through the Hello Kitty pouch to make the pump screen light up.  She announced dramatically in a loud whisper - my pump says it's 7:05!  Is that true?!  How is that even possible?!  It's still dark outside!

A grin spread across her face as I explained it was, in fact, true and the clouds had covered the morning sun.  She danced lightly on tip toe and said something about how she should have known because her tummy was hungry for breakfast.

As she skipped back down the hallway to find some clothes I sat on the couch feeling like I had just been the audience for a highly acclaimed Broadway performance.  I was delighted by her.  If that show had started while I was still blurry-eyed in bed my response probably would have been totally different.  Thankfully, on that particular day I had resisted the 'snooze' button and drug myself out of bed early just as I intend to do every day.  It's my chance to get may head and my heart right before they need me.  It's the difference in me feeling enchanted versus exasperated with her, with them, my little people.

Barely a minute passed before she returned in her purple silk Rapunzel gown with her sewing kit in hand.  Ready to begin...

Friday, December 11, 2015

you can do something with your despair

I went on live television with a giant foam watermelon sticker on the back of my cowboy boot.

I didn’t even notice until later that day as I was removing the boots from my tired feet.  Thankfully the camera angle was favorable and the sticker was hidden up against the couch where I was seated, chatting with the hosts of the ‘Your Carolina’ morning show.

I had to laugh when I saw it there.  The kids and I had used them as part of a ‘fruit of the spirit’ activity.  Watermelon represented faithfulness – how appropriate.  The very fact that I was making an appearance on that show was a demonstration of faithfulness – both mine and God’s... 

Visit my friend, Nicki's blog for the rest of the story.  I'm guest posting over there today!  She's awesome and you'll love her AND we're giving away a free copy of Type ONEderland to someone who leaves a comment!!  Happy Friday y'all!

Monday, December 7, 2015

if you're feeling scared

If there is one thing I have had to wrestle to the ground over and over again it is fear.

When I was a little girl I couldn't fall asleep with the lights off. I was afraid of the dark.  I used a nightlight until an embarrassingly old age.

Thursday, December 3, 2015

when the worst thing happens it's never all bad

When your eyes are blurry with tears of grief it's hard to see anything good in front of you, 
but just because you can't see something doesn't mean it's not there.

Lucy's diagnosis of Type 1 Diabetes - a chronic illness that would kill her if untreated - devastated us.  Have you ever been devastated?  Have you ever cried yourself down a river of despair into a foreign land of fear?  If so, you'll be in good company in Type ONEderland.