This girl melts my heart.

This girl melts my heart.

 Katie has always tugged on my heartstrings. Richard says she’s always “played me.” I don’t see it that way. She’s my baby, that’s all. Kylie would most likely agree that I’ve babied Katie, but, like I said … she’s...
Fight or Die

Fight or Die

That’s the choice I tell La Petite Belle she has when she wakes up in the mornings saying she can’t do this for another day. I ask her what the alternative is. There are only two choices right now: fight or die. If you’re not going to fight, if...
No Words

No Words

(Our hospital room is full of Scriptures like this.) When something tragic happens … something really hard … a difficult situation, whatever it may be, it’s hard to find words to express how you’re feeling and what’s going on inside your...
An Unpredictable Good Friday

An Unpredictable Good Friday

I’ve often wondered why it’s called “Good” Friday. It’s the day Jesus was tortured, nailed to the cross, and died. I mean, I get it. It was for OUR good … the good of all mankind. But, the Father God had to have been hurting on that...
Comfortable

Comfortable

I told Beau yesterday that I’ve gone from anxious to leaving this hospital to now being comfortable here … maybe comfortable is not the right word, but just accustomed to being here.  That sounds pretty pitiful, but after being here for almost three months...