Walking into the hospital today I passed a few bushes sprouting green buds and a cluster of daffodils and I just had to marvel over God. This plunge into the deep started right before Thanksgiving, when winter was just getting ready to settle in. Coats and gloves and boots and car rides to and from the hospital and radiation and snow mark so many of those first memories. Christmas songs and decor intersecting with blinking lights in hospital rooms and vital signs on screens, so much felt like a choice and disparate with the season of our lives, the mustering up of hope for our own Advent, seeing the flesh of Jesus in a baby, destined to suffer even from birth. January and February speeding on wings of treatment and piled up hospital visits and IVs. And then, the amazing and inevitable happens. Every year. Just when I think winter might actually be here to stay, spring sends out its unstoppable shoots. Cade's scan results came in the day before Spring started. Let's pause and ma...
a blog to update and inform friends how to pray and war on behalf of our little warrior.