In first grade, our art teacher gave us the project to make a gift for our parents out of clay. We were to form it into the shape we desired it to be and then she would place it in the very hot kiln to harden into pottery. Finishing touches were made to our gifts… Continue reading He Made It Again
I've learned first hand that pediatric cancer is a nasty, miserable business. Not only have we watched our own daughter suffer, but we have encountered so many families on this road, who have their own sweet ones that are fighting the battle. It's easy to see why these families tend to ask, "Where is the… Continue reading Why So Happy?
It's funny how we have expectations for everything in life. We expect every light to be green as we ride to church on Sunday. We expect our spouses to know exactly what we are thinking, all the time. We expect our children to behave. After all, they were taught the verse that says, "Children, obey… Continue reading Sorrow and Joy
"Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him..." Heartbroken doesn't really quite cut it when trying to describe our hearts some days. More like ripped out, stomped on, and thrown off a cliff. Have I gotten your attention with that one? Watching this thing unfold before our eyes is so difficult. The… Continue reading Slain
I don't really have anything profound, inspiring, or spiritual to say this evening. It's been a very hard few days for me mentally. We have a wonderful DIPG community on Facebook and have gotten to know so many families through this common bond. Although I would never want this for anyone, it's very comforting to know… Continue reading Truth is…
She was 6 lbs. 8 oz. of perfectness. Big brown eyes. Dark hair that covered her entire head. Long "piano fingers", as we like to call them. Clara Esther Little. It was love at first sight. Looking at this sweet baby, you would never know what it took to get her here, but we did.… Continue reading When Fear Takes Hold