prayer

  • The Prayer Warrior’s Passing

    Ten years ago today, my mother went home to Jesus, ensconced in her family’s songs of praise. Four years ago this week, I bravely opened the boxes I’d been avoiding for six years. Inside one opaque plastic tub, tucked next… Continue reading

    The Prayer Warrior’s Passing
  • A Traumaversary Treasure

    I expected a confetti cannon…or singing telegram, do they still exist? maybe a drone with a ribbon stating: “YOU HAVE MAST CELL ACTIVATION SYNDROME!” It would need to be in all caps because drones are small, and the ribbon would… Continue reading

  • Pray for Autumn

    About 30 years ago, I was babysitting for an infant girl with Down Syndrome who was often sickly. Though it was only a short watch, I didn’t leave her side as I monitored her chest rise and fall with wispy,… Continue reading

  • Birthday Blessing

    God answered our prayers!!  Not how I’d expected, or imagined–I was hoping doctors’ offices were equipped with confetti cannons for moments like this. For years I’ve prayed for:  a Cure, Healing, a Root Cause and Clarity* …tucked away in my… Continue reading

  • BIrthday Boldness

    [March 16 – Monday] It’s just a half hour until my final scan for the day.  All that I’ve listened to or read today has been about praying boldly.  In July of 2013 I began specifically praying for: clarity, root… Continue reading

  • Initial Consultation – again

    The initial consultation with a doctor is the hardest…to condense 20+ years of symptoms allows for about 1.5minutes per year.  Some years were worse than others; some weekends were worse than entire years.[Thursday, March 15]  I found myself once again… Continue reading

  • #rainbowmaker part 2

    On Sunday, the final day of Spring Break, I realized that I’d seen a rainbow, in some form, every day of break: a prism reflection on my fridge, breakfast at Rainforest Cafe, Jabaawokeez show, screening for a television show (double… Continue reading

  • First World Problems: Third World Prayers

    It was a normal day–highly scheduled with lots of fires to put out; then in a span of ten minutes and three unrelated events, my perspective changed.  As I was leaving the workroom, I glanced down at my new blingy… Continue reading