On Tuesday we took our hairy little man back into the clinic and saw another set of clean scans. We are celebrating this week, and again our hearts are collectively moving along. Cade is playing soccer, excelling in school, and putting on all the weight he lost. We are seven months removed from a chemo treatment, and it is wonderful. Our hearts are full, full, full. It has been so precious to have a curtain pulled back in place over our family life. Thank you for everyone who tuned in each week to pray with us and let our story weave itself into yours. It is humbling to know how many people sat with us and tracked with us. But I have loved returning to normal life, and not having anything update-worthy. I felt today that maybe it would be helpful to uncover just a little of what these months have meant for us. It is interesting how many people tune in for the tension, and how interested we all feel in the moments of trauma and hurt. But I've never heard of people publicizing th
Today marks one year since this journey began. I read this morning in Joshua 21 a beautiful verse that fit perfectly as our family collectively remembers all that has happened. “Not one word of the good promises God had made to the house of Israel (or house of Freije) had failed, all came to pass.” We as a family are very much alive and fully aware that what capped not only our bodies but our hearts alive this year was the great promises of God. There is no substitution for his presence and nothing sustains like his love. I am truly overwhelmed by his kindness and his sustenance in the middle of everything. I got to give our story for the first time in completion to our church on Sunday, and I’ve linked it Here . Cade is loving school- and although the first few weeks he would get home and ask me how many more days he had to go sit at school, he now has found friends in almost all of his classmates and when I watch him walk in he is inevitably teasing or being