a beautiful grace


I have this scar—it’s about five inches long.  The place where my skin was broken and the cancer was taken out of me. She wore a pink shirt and when she got ready to leave the cancer clinic she forgot which side of the building she had parked her car. And another lady–she walked in.  Her face glowed and her head, it was covered in a yellow and blue scarf with the… Read More

She parked in her usual spot and I saw her walking with her rain cap snug and her Bible hugged tight to her heart.  It was Sunday morning and the rain was dancing sideways with the wind. She drives herself to church every Sabbath and she’s faithful. A constant every Sunday morning.  And she’s not the only one.  They share a pew. Pew number four. And they are the most beautiful women… Read More

On my kitchen window sill stands a tiny card with the words Be Brave–Pray over Everything. The business card happens to be my good friend Maggie Russell’s, owner of BG Studios. Maggie is a gifted artisan and every single piece of jewelry she creates is covered in prayer long before it is sold. I see the words every morning.  Be Brave. I have read so many stories this week of the brave. … Read More

My phone is sounding in it’s silent tone and I can’t answer it right away but I can see who’s on the other line.  My doctor. And it’s about time for the call.  He told me last Friday it would be 7-10 days when he would have my report.  My report from the surgery.  My report that would tell us whether my cancer had spread–if it was in my lymph nodes–if more… Read More

Her name was Amanda and her daughter is studying to be an Exceptional Children’s teacher.  And my nurse, Amanda and I agreed on many of the same things–she, like me, doesn’t drink soft drinks–sweet tea is her drink of choice, especially Chick-fil-A tea, just like me. But what we agreed on most was this, I am a blessed woman.   Yep, that’s what she said. She asked in surprise as she read my… Read More

I am counted among the numbers now. According to the U.S. Breast Cancer Statistics, in 2018 an estimated number of 63,960 women will be diagnosed with non-invasive breast cancer.  (breastcancer.org). I once heard Pam Tebow, mother of Tim Tebow speak to an audience of women about the importance of giving thanks.  She told the story of how she was walking near a construction site and a piece of debris fell on her… Read More

School starts Monday.  That’s worth repeating.  School. Starts. Monday. There’s a lot that can be said about the beginning of a new school year.  Churches providing meals for staff meetings and the offering of prayers for the upcoming school year.  School supplies collected. Excitement. Tears. First last days for high school seniors.  First last days for the teacher who is retiring soon.  And I think one of the hardest, the first days… Read More

He stood there so bold with his nose freshly kissed by the ocean sun.  Freckles shining bright and a smile that spread wider with every word he sang.  His song book in hand–lined with words and musical notes he has yet learn to read. Alone on the front choir pew and his Daddy close behind him. He looked out over the congregation and when it came time to sing the chorus, he… Read More

She walked into the waiting room, her body reeked of tired and her uniform of morning food stains.  She sat down beside the gentleman who was waiting—waiting for his wife to come through the door and tell her husband the latest medical updates, her new prescriptions. ‘Where do you work at?’ he ask as she sat with her arms clinched tightly around her purse in her lap–not that she was afraid he… Read More

“Granna, there’s not going to be any seashells left in the ocean,” he said in his soft concerned voice. The shoreline has been filled with an abundance of shells this week and this grand baby boy of mine, all of five years old–he is a noticer and a quiet thinker.   I explain to him there are still millions of seashells left in the ocean.  And he believes in something he can not… Read More