To be fully known 

To be fully known 

we use too many words, don’t you think? 

Sometimes not even the ones we wanted to use when we started a conversation.

We use the ‘correct” ones. the meaningful. the kind. the gentle. and sometimes when we aren’t in the mood to edit them, we use the ugly. 

We use words we can think of on the spot. We use words that we have to meditate on for a bit.

We even use different ones depending on the audience or situation.

words chosen that will not offend. words they want to hear, instead of what they need to. words thought of and not. words that flow easily and ones that stick to the tongue. And if you’re like me, you even have ones that forget to show up when you need them. 

I’m thankful for God-given loved ones that I can just be with and not need THE RIGHT words. People that I dont have to think so hard in order to talk to. 

That’s one of the many things I love about THE FATHER, He never uses the wrong ones. 

 He doesn’t even needs our words to know our heart, we can just sit with Him because we don’t need to speak!

we can be quiet. Still. WORDLESS.

Abba never uses to many or to few.

He never fumbles over His tongue or gets flustered when the ones that escape are misunderstood. He says what He means to say the first time. AnD He never gets it wrong nor does He concern himself with our reaction. 

He never even gets tongue-tied! (I wonder what that’s like.)

Maybe the more I know Him, the more I love Him, the more I strive to emulate Him, these words that I stumble over will come easier?

Maybe I’ll know when to speak and when to listen.

Maybe I’ll have more of His words and less of mine. 

Maybe then when words don’t come i’ll be content in the quiet.

 i think there’s a bit of growth in a wordless quiet. a bit of time to heal without thought. a bit of rest.
maybe it’s a spacious place. maybe it’s a small cozy nook of happy.

i don’t know…but i think i’d like to visit and stay a while.
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.” 1 Corinthians 13:11-12

 I long for the day when “I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.”  


Fundament changes in the sacrificing

Sometimes I listen to myself as I talk and learn more than I intend. It’s like in the speaking I finally understand what has been rolling around inside my head. 

Tonight, I shared more of my story than I intended to. Sometimes OFTEN the words get away from me. Sadly. 

It’s like once I’m in a comfortable environment the flood gates open and there is a gushing that I cannot control. (Man, I hope my filter switches to automatic!!) During the gush tonight, I learned many things:

  • I’ve grown tired of the every present show that I used to put on. Claiming to be who I wasn’t. Knowing what I didn’t. 
  • I no longer see life as black and white, linear, or clean. It’s messy, twisty, and eclectic. Life is meant to be that way. 
  • Who I AM is ok! I don’t need to be like anyone else. My experiences are my own. My thoughts my own. My words my own. 


Should I perhaps consider more the words that I speak? Probably. Should I be timid and fearful to be me? Absolutely not!

I’m looking forward to discovering more about this person. Her depth in the Lord. Her voice that was discovered through excruciating experience. Maybe she’s a bit more grown-up and willing to share what she learned in the trenches. 

Fundamentally different than she was before. 

I think that’s what Abba intends for all of those who choose to follow Him. For us to walk with Him through every twist, turn, trench, and height. Learning and fundamentally being changed. 

” Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.” Romans 12:2

May I be transformed because I let Him change me!!

BECAUSE I “present your (my) bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your (my) spiritual worship” Rom 12:1

What is the sacrifice for if not for TRANSFORMATION?! But in that transformation, we are made different…fundamentally. Like the fuzzy fat caterpillar who climbs into his cocoon. He emerges TOTALLY different because he sacrificed the caterpillar life.  Oh may we do that, beloved!

But, let us also listen to this: “For by the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think, but to think with sober judgment, each according to the measure of faith that God has assigned.” Rom 12:3 

Let your path transform you and make you better! Not boastful. 

This path is my own. Yet, if someone learns something from the messes that I’ve made along the way; if anyone gleans any wisdom from the wretch that is me, All Glory be to Jesus Christ! It’s His doing, not mine. 

“For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God,  not a result of works, so that no one may boast.” Ephesians 2:8-9

hello again. (fmf 11/4/16)

hello again. (fmf 11/4/16)

i havent been in this space for what feels like ages.

i’m not sure why, other than that who i was before, is now who i am now. but isn’t that true of all of us?

life happens, time passes, and we are different.

this part of my journey  is new and looks so different from it what did before.

i read someplace that God allows us to go thru hard things so that we can learn things that we’d never learn any other way.

it feels weird that i am so different now. odd that my last year with my father changed so much of who i am in my core. what i believe now is different.

how i view life and living is different.

who i consider my true friends are is different.

how i relate on “normal” days to my children is different.

how i love my man is different.

how i view God had His people is different.

maybe i grew up a bit more while i was walking with my dad down the last bend on this earth. i think by helping him finish his journey well helped me to discover more of my own.

i told a friend the other day, “i’m not sure who the woman is who looks back at the mirror at me anymore….she’s lost her voice.”

and maybe she has. maybe i don’t know her because i’ve never been her before. but i think she’s braver, stronger, more no-nonsense and real. maybe i’ll grow to like her in time.

(5min up)

i hope you’ll stick around and find out if you like her as well.

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this bittersweet journey

this bittersweet journey

my daddy went to be with Jesus on October 24, 2015. he just went to sleep, snoring like he always did. looking back these 7 months, rereading my journal, has been bittersweet. it brought some hard and some amazing memories back to me. being the caregiver to my father was not easy by a long shot. but it was a JOY. the day he was told that hospice was recommended, he looked at me and said, “these past few months have been wonderful.” we both cried. it was so wonderful getting to know the first man who ever loved me!!

i miss him desperately…every day. i have a tape that he made for me that i cannot finish for fear that there will be no more new words. i cherish EVERY SINGLE ONE!

at his funeral, i had the privilege to speak.

“I would like to thank you all for coming today to memorialize
this amazing man! I’d like to start with a few words from my children and from my sister:
My daughters will always remember the fun times they had with Papa during the summer in his
backyard playing with the water hose, the times that they had dinner with him, and his first Christmas
with us, where he stayed the night on Christmas Eve and opened presents with us.
My sister wants you to know that “ No matter what happened in life, she never doubted that Dad loved her.
she will always be grateful for that.”

We all grow up seeing our parents through rose colored glasses. Seeing them as perfect, as
heroes, as who we want to be. We, through no fault of our own, all put our parents on a
pedestal. The pedestals our parents sit atop of are never strong enough to hold them for long!
I placed my dad on one such pedestal when I was a little girl, and then life happened and he
fell off of that pedestal the same way I will someday fall off of mine. But the amazing thing about the
rose colored glasses we see our parents through and the pedestals that we place them upon,
is that it’s all made up. There is no pedestal and there are no rose colored glasses.
Our parents are just people who do their best to raise littler people who don’t come with
instruction manuals. We are all on our best day, winging it. Trying our best to love the best we can
and praying to God that He fills in the cracks.

There are many things that I could say about the amazing man that raised me…so many
things. Things like how much he loved donuts, setting off fireworks, joking around and doing silly
things, and how he loved to embarrass his children with his love of passing gas. But most
importantly, how much he loved us. I don’t know if loving us more was even possible.
3 years ago my daddy moved from the warmth of Texas to the not so warm Illinois.(I don’t think he
ever did warm up after I moved him up here.) The reason that he moved here was not just for me,
but for the two little girls that sit with my husband this morning.

Over these past few years
I have watched him fall in love with my girls, and I have watched them fall just as madly in love with
him. And without trying, I fell deeply in love with him too.
This past year was the hardest year of my life and my father’s, but I think it was also the most
rewarding. God changed us, shaped us, stretched us, and never EVER left us. I say “us”
because God allowed me to hold my daddy’s hand as he walked this path in a cancer ridden body.
God showed me the amazing man that my dad was. God allowed me to see him as he was
and to fall head over heels in love him.
He was a strong man, a brave man, a hard working man, a man who loved deeply. He was
a man who believed in his children and grandchildren. He was a man who loved his brother and
looked up to him as a friend. He was a man of simple faith who loved the Lord Jesus Christ with
all that he had! He cherished his faith and grew to love this parish and to cherish her priest.
I have been honored to be his caregiver, his eldest daughter, his partner in crime, but most
importantly his friend. His last words to me on this earth where “I will love you forever.” and
that was the best goodbye that there ever has been or could ever be.

I don’t know how to do this life without him. I don’t know how to raise my children, love my
husband, or even face a day on the planet where my hero doesn’t walk. Oh, but I look forward
“to the city whose builder and maker is God!” Where my daddy is singing in a rich baritone voice
praises to THE FATHER! and Before I know it I will be joining him!


thank you for taking this journey with me. i pray that my words…my tear stained words helped you, even a little bit. life is hard. pain is real…oh but THIS IS ONLY PRE-LIFE! there is LIFE after death. no, not some weird mumbo-jumbo that Hollywood makes so much money off of, BUT LIFE!!

you have a choice where you spend it!


i know that my father is in Heaven today. not because  he was a good guy, did good things, or even because he went to church! BUT BECAUSE HE GAVE HIS HEART TO JESUS CHRIST!

John 3:16- 17 says:

“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him.”

and 1 john 1:9

“If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.”

now, you’ve probably heard it before: how “giving your heart to Jesus makes everything better,” and i’m not here to confirm that statement.

“BETTER” is a relative term, isn’t it!?

for me, this past year wasn’t “better” because i know Jesus. it was Hell on earth, to be perfectly honest.

BUT on my worst days, on the days when i yelled at my kids and wanted to strangle nurses. days when i wanted to MAKE GOD TAKE MY DAD HOME and then desperately wanted to just sleep…on those days i was a mess!

and the ONLY WAY i made it through them was because of Jesus and His sweet words in my ear.

His “you’re doing fine, baby.” and “it’s OK TO HATE THIS! I DO TOO!”

the ONLY WAY that i’m OK today is because my Daddy is ALIVE IN CHRIST! He isn’t dead…he is finally Alive because HE CHOSE JESUS’ FREE GIFT OF SALVATION!

so NO, choosing Jesus won’t make it “better”…it will make YOU BETTER!

He makes you Better!


“He is the radiance of the glory of God and the exact imprint of his nature, and he upholds the universe by the word of his power. After making purification for sins, he sat down at the right hand of the Majesty on high, having become as much superior to angels as the name he has inherited is more excellent than theirs.”

i’d love to tell you more about JESUS and all that He’s done in and for my life.

loving you,





what do you do when your instinct is to do nothing else?

“don’t put your life on hold.” BUT IF THAT’S WHAT LOVING HIM DOES, THEN IS IT WRONG?


Abba, i know that i don’t have to beg, but i don’t know if my asking will change your plan. BUT i’ll beg of YOU anyway: Please, in YOUR infinite mercy, take him home!! for his sake and for mine. i try to take “me” out of it, but i’m tangled in this mess along with him…my hand in his. not wanting to let go, yet seeing his deterioration. knowing how much he can take and that there’s not much more. so please, please ABBA release him from this shackled planet. 

i wish that i could draw! i would memorize his hands, the way he smiles, the curve of his ear, his cute bald head. how the chemo/radiation took all of his hair but a tuft at his collar. when the “all we have is time” starts to run faster through the hourglass, i feel myself running to stop it!


i see her on the other side of loss. i hug her neck and she whispers, “the pain doesn’t get better on the other side, but theirs does.”

i know an ‘eventually’ will come.

for her.

for me.

as our parents leap for joy in Glory, some day we will rejoice with them. but only as the missing of them becomes easier…


i saw him as DAD today. not as “my child” or my obligation or responsibility. but as MY DAD!

capable of making his own choices and decisions.

i’m not “taking care of him,” i’m just being here. maybe that’s what he means by

“____ will understand.”

I’m his child. He looks out for me and cares for my by saying “no” when a choice is his.

stubborn or not, he’s my Dad. I’m the child.


“Not by might, nor by power, but by MY SPIRIT says the Lord of Hosts.” Zech. 4:6

it repeats in my head.





my prayers have turned to begging. “please Abba, take him home!”

this part of cancer is not what anyone expects.

i expected the hair loss, weight loss, pain and sadness and RAGE.

not the excruciating pain where he asks me to literally shoot him.

i know it’s in jest…but some truth looks out of those blue eyes with pupils a bit too large.

he’s exhausted…begging for sleep to come…for just a few hours of relief.

hospice comes today. soon actually. maybe death and HEAVEN aren’t long in coming either.

i know that Jesus hears me…sees me. hears and bears ALL THINGS–even Dad’s cancer, pain, fear of saying “goodbye” for the last time.

“i don’t know what people do without Jesus.”

“me either, Dad. me either”

thank You, Abba for these months of healing for our relationship. for time to become his friend. “HONORED” ISN’T ENOUGH OF A WORD!! thank YOU that it’s YOUR TIME that we await. that as i go back and forth between, “i’m not ready to say goodbye.” and “take him home?!” that YOU KNOW THE DAY AND HOUR! that Your Spirit will usher him into Glory! OH, WHAT A JOY!!! To be free of Pain! To breathe easy and free. CANCER WILL BE A MEMORY. will he even care then?

and for us, Sweet Jesus, we will cling to the memories of laughter.

the girls doing his nails. 

silly parties with cupcakes, cookies, or balloons and silly string.

playing cards in the hospital.

his off color jokes that make ya giggle while shaking your head.

his gas. his laughter about them.

his face.

his hands.

his snore.

maybe those things aren’t by might or power either.


9/16/15 my memories…

9/16/15 my memories…

“I’ve decided to not be in pain…I’ve got to live while i have time.”

Dad said that today. 🙂 I told him how happy i was that he came to that decision. That i needed, my girls needed, as many memories as we can get.

we are at the end of treatment, and as i look back at this silver covered journal and i wish i’d have written more. not of just the CRAP DAYS, but of the memories that we’ve made along the way.

silly faces made at him during the hard times of treatment.

calling him a cat with the mange when his hair fell out in clumps 2wks ago.

my girls giggling at his antics and blatant farting when he walks…or stands…or moves.

our trips to the grocery store…buying things he just wants to try.

GREAT pictures taken at random.

watching him doze off and snore so loudly i want to plug my ears but yet don’t.

his craving for 7up and fried squash swimming in “more butter, please.”

looking EVERYWHERE for Patty Pan squash that apparently NO ONE has heard of in Illinois!!

how amazing My Mister’s parents have been!

driving down roads just to see where they go.

learning how to push a wheel chair without hitting the walls or taking out his elbow.

telling him that i’ll rubber band the loose skin on his arms to make them look young again.

playing the lottery AND NEVER WINNING!

Becoming his friend as I see him as he is!

Learning to love him…not because i’m his daughter and i have to, but because HE’S A GREAT MAN!

there are NO REGRETS! and a little less sadness than i’d assumed as we start to make 6month appointments that he won’t be here for. knowing that he will be in GLORY and i’ll be jealous of him.