Wednesday, February 21, 2018

What in the world is going on?!

Ok, so I haven't written a blog post in forever.  And there have been a few things going on in my world, so I thought it was high time to catch you up. Where do I start?
- Church building is up for sale (lots of interested parties), any day now
- Looking for acreage for church but most affordable in size we need are FAR away from Spring
- Let's move the church 30 miles away! Willis, TX here we come!
- Laid off from job of 15 years, to throw a kink in the mix
- Let's move our family first so we can 'make it home'!
- But first, Christmas holidays and all the fun!
- Look for rentals, find a rental house, get approved and register kids for new schools in less than a week.
- Move family into beautiful, weird rental house near the lake and start taxi mom life.
- Work on painting and fixing up house to put on the market, done (multiple showings every day), also any day now
- Kid #1 makes baseball team, kid #2 is playing golf and has already played in several tournaments in new school, hence the taxi mom life
- Start mobile church at a theater just a couple miles from the house - Way to go Alive Church!
- Watch God work miracle after miracle to make all these things happen and help me to keep my sanity in the midst of it all

It will be fun to look back at all of this one day and see how God put all the puzzle pieces together to work things out for His glory and our good.  What a wild ride!

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Thoughts for today

This morning, I was reading the One Year Bible daily reading and came across something that stood out to me. I am always behind or out of order there but I am reading! So Hebrews 10:1-3 is talking about the old covenant that God had with His people and about the method for making sacrifices. It says ‘they were repeated again and again, year after year, but they were never able to provide perfect cleansing.’ It goes on to say in verse 3 that if they could ‘they would have been stopped ... and their feelings of guilt would have disappeared.’ Here’s what stood out to me: feelings of guilt. Under the old covenant, the feelings of guilt never really went away. BUT. We no longer live under the old covenant. We have been brought into a NEW covenant and it is one that according to Hebrews is a single sacrifice ‘good for all time.’ This means that all feelings of guilt that remain are not because of Him. That means that we can dispose of guilt. We don’t have to carry those feelings anymore. No more mom guilt. No more ‘I blew it’ guilt. No more ‘I’m just not enough’ guilt. No more guilt! Accept the forgiveness and grace and know that He does NOT want you to experience guilt. Jesus came to carry the weight of guilt for the rest of your life! If you are feeling guilt, that’s not from Him. If you are having feelings of guilt even after you have been forgiven, then you need to remember the new covenant.  He came to give us life and hope and cleanse us perfectly. Isn’t that amazing?!

Monday, August 21, 2017

Sometimes we can't see

I tend to spend a lot more time on social media than I would like to. It's a sort of unwind method, or distraction. But I've noticed a lot more lately that when my family is talking to me, I will respond, but I do it with my head down and phone in hand, scrolling. **CRINGE** So I've started questioning myself as to why I am so drawn to it. I think it has a lot to do with wanting to be SEEN, to be noticed, to be extraordinary at something.  I like to try to be funny - and succeed sometimes. And then I wait for approval from people. Who will notice, like, or respond to my little blurb? Who will validate me? And then there's the frustration of reading a passive aggressive post from people about issues that they shouldn't bring up on public forums, and the dreaded comparison game after seeing someone's new dress, weight loss, manicured yard and so on. . . Really it's pretty dumb.  But why is it easier for us to face the screen than it is to face people?  I took my car to get the oil changed the other day and while I was waiting, I sat with 6-7 other people, all on their phones. Even in the car, I'll look back and see my kids all with their heads down on their phones - and I'm just as guilty.  So what do we do?  How do we change this?  Maybe taking extra time to tell people how we feel.  Maybe looking my kids in the eyes and asking questions that are deeper than "How was your day?"  A smile or a nod to a stranger, noticing the cashier and asking about them. Taking an interest in other people - because if I'm feeling like I want to be seen or noticed - then most people are likely feeling that way too.  Sure, there is a time to 'veg' and we do have business to take care of, but when that comes before the people that matter most (all people, not just my favorite Davidsons), then there's an issue.  1 John 4:20 says "If someone says, "I love God,' but hates a fellow believer, that person is a liar; for if we don't love people we can see, how can we love God, whom we cannot see?"    And 1 Peter 4:8 says "Most important of all, continue to show deep love for each other, for love covers a multitude of sins."

Lord help me to see people, including my family, in a new way.  Help me to remember how deeply we all want to be 'seen' and acknowledged. Help us to lean less on the need for recognition from others and lean MORE on Your attention and affection.  Forgive us for not loving people the way you would have us love.  We want to please You most of all! In Jesus' name, Amen.

Friday, September 9, 2016

The Great Return

I can't believe my last post was over a year ago! How has it been so long?  Why did I stop writing? I could make all kinds of excuses - surgeries, recovery, kids, mobile church, laundry, etc. But, I really think the only answer is. . . I just felt like I had nothing to say. I am an introvert by nature. On the DISC scale, I am an S/C with very little D/I. I will work behind the scenes and not think twice about it.  But, I married a high D and as pastors, it is difficult to operate behind the scenes only and lead at the same time. Sometimes I have to be reminded that I do have things to say and share. So, share I must.  When I started this blog, I was feeling the effects of working all the time and lacking a creative outlet.  When I was given my diagnosis and started the treatment plan, all 'extra' things just went out the window and we focused on surviving and maintaining. It's been 2-1/2 years since the diagnosis, almost 2 years since my mastectomy and almost 2 years since my hair started growing back. I am back to working full time, keeping up with kids activities and serving in the ministry in every way that I can. My goal while healing was to not allow myself to get to the uptight, wound-up, stressed, over-worked, wrung out place that I was in when I found out I had breast cancer.  I remember driving home from work and just feeling an all over anxiety and an ever-present need to rush, rush, rush. I am busy again, but this time, it's different. I don't let those things stress me out the same way that I did. Traffic is still traffic. We still have to be in 3 different places at once sometimes, but none of it is world-ending if we are late, or miss something.  And I am so THANKFUL to be in that place! I had someone ask me when I was bald from chemo, would I take some pictures - and my answer at the time was NO WAY! I did not want to remember that mess.  But now, I look back to where we were and how things felt and there are people that have no idea what we went through. It is a miracle that people can't see the effects on me - that was my prayer, honestly. For a while, that rocked my emotional world though - because I knew that I was changed (physically, emotionally, mentally) and I knew that there had been struggle and suffering - but what people see is that I am well and 'normal'.  I think I will always refer back to this time to give honor and remember what the Lord did for me, for us!  Now, I want to reflect back on it! All of that to say, my 'silence' is broken and I will challenge myself to pour out again in this way. Funny stories? Maybe. Spiritual lessons? Hopefully. Kid memories? Probably.  It is what it is - it's my blog and I'll write what I want!  Happy reading. . .

Sunday, May 31, 2015

Life Lately

Well, it's been a while! Sorry for the drought, but there have been a few things going on. Let's see . . . cancer diagnosis, chemo treatments, mastectomy, radiation, Christmas holidays, rest from all that for 5 months while going back to work, then reconstruction surgery. Throw in a few bajillion baseball games, band concerts and various other kid related events, as well as church functions (ALIVE Conference) and that brings us up to speed. It's been a full spring! I am rounding out my days while on short term leave, recovering from reconstructive surgery. It was a little more challenging than I thought it would be, but in some ways it has been better than I expected - purely by the grace of God. I am back to sleeping flat in my bed again, praise Jesus! And can mostly walk upright - just a slight lean from the tightness of my abdomen where they stretched the skin tight to close up where they removed 'blubber'. I am looking forward to being able to join my family in the pool soon. Right now, I feel like a spectator for many things - something I'm not very good at anymore. I'm surprised at how quickly and easily I have settled into the hermit/couch potato status. I'm trying to identify if this is a physical thing only or if I have some other weird issue going on - since I am finding it more difficult to re-engage into the world - as in ministry, cooking, keeping a schedule. . .
   I am truly enjoying days by the pool, napping after kids get off to school and keeping the laundry caught up at all times. Just as each phase of this 'journey' has been a reminder of seasons and how quickly things change, I have to remember that this season of rest (laziness?) will end too. Hopefully, I will be able to walk in discipline to remember my limits, to keep a sabbath day and put everything in the correct perspective/priority order so that peace and trust will rule and not busyness and fret! It will be time to roll up my sleeves  and get my hands dirty again soon enough!

Tuesday, September 30, 2014


During this whole 'journey', there have been some challenges and some victories. At one point, I received Dodie Osteen's book "Healed of Cancer".  I dug into it very quickly and have highlighted these 40 scriptures that she used - they have become my own.  I have them printed out and on index cards.  It's amazing how much the Word has been a source.  My favorite scripture is Jeremiah 30:17 that says 'I will restore your health and heal your wounds, says The Lord". I have quoted that many times over the last few months.  Especially when my hands and feet were numb or when I was feeling queasy.  My prayer when I started this was that I would not look tired and sick.  I did not want my children to have to see me in the worst of the worst.  I did not want to look sick.  Thankfully, although I have felt sick many, many times, I have not really looked sick.  I did lose my hair.  It began to fall out two days after my second chemo treatment.  My scalp was so tender and I could barely run my fingers through my hair without having a handful of hair left in my hand.  I was surprised at how quickly it happened.  I noticed it on a Saturday evening and I was still able to wash and style my hair for Sunday church. But Monday morning, I washed it but couldn't dry it so I wore it with gel and curly to work that day.  The next day, I was afraid to get it wet because it would fill the bathtub drain, so I wore a scarf to work.  That afternoon, The Hubs met me at a wig shop and we picked out a wig.  That was not fun. I wanted something a little different (shorter looked better and I felt would transition better for a hairstyle change). They offered to shave my head that day, but I wasn't mentally ready then. By Friday, I was sick of losing hair so I went in and had it shaved down with an 8 - leaving about 1-1/2 inches of hair.  It changed textures completely when I was no longer about to really use hair product or blow-dry.  It looked gray and flat against my head.  A month later, I had my sister help to shave the rest of it off.  My mom was there too and wondered if I was traumatized by it, but I had already been dealing with the 'trauma' for a while so it actually made things a little easier.  I have not enjoyed wearing the wig as much as I thought I might.  It's not uncomfortable, just gets old. Scarves and hats are more comfortable to wear but I'm not completely comfortable with wearing these out very often. I don't really get stares just sort of pity-looks.
   At one point, my boss gave me a book she had seen on Oprah with the author called "Silver Linings."  I really enjoyed reading this one - written by a woman who was a hospice nurse that was diagnozed with breast cancer around age 39.  She gives practical wisdom along with medical wisdom and each chapter ends with a list of the silver linings that she looked for and found.  What's funny is that I had already done a similar exercise for each stage.  You can't help but look for the good in things that you have no control over.  Otherwise, the heaviness can be overwhelming. So, although I hated losing my hair, I definitely enjoyed shaving 25+ minutes off of my get ready time in the mornings. And not having to shave my legs or anything over the summer was nice.  I did miss a lot of summertime fun activities but then I didn't have to look for an excuse to not go out in my swimsuit. It's all in how you look at things! Since my treatments happened every other week for 4 months, we got a pretty good feel for what would happen when and how to deal with it.  I have to say, my kids and my husband were real troopers!  I also had incredible support from family, neighbors and church people who brought food and drove kids to activities. I was able to step back from a lot of responsibilities at church and hand them off to able-bodied and willing leaders - probably something I should have done months/years before.  It was nice to be able to count down - like 'I've done 3 out of 8 treatments', 'I've done 7 out of 8 treatments'. I was completely done before the last one.  We did another ultrasound just before the 8th and final treatment - it did not show significant change in the size of the tumor.  I was very much aware of the the size from the first ultrasound.  I saw the black spot in the middle of the screen and I watch the ultrasound tech measure it. So, lying there watching the same thing months later after enduring so much medicine and iv's and blood checks, I was done. I called and left messages asking to not have to complete the last treatment.  I told people I was not doing anymore.  I got to the oncologist's office the day before my scheduled treatment and had already discussed with a nurse over the phone that I would probably be required to complete it.  I was an emotional mess. I cried the day before. At work. At home. I cried in the office with the oncologist. I cried in the car on the way home.  The dread of having to do it again was just more than I could handle. But I did it. All 8 chemo treatments. I got to ring the bell when it was done, with nurses gathered around cheering with me. I told them 'thank you' but I hoped that I never see them again. They were very kind, but I am ready to turn the page on this chapter!

Monday, June 16, 2014

And the rambles continue. . .

April 3rd - that's the day I sat in the doctor's office and listened to her tell me that I had 'Invasive Ductal Carcinoma'.  Jimmy and I were just shocked. There's nothing you can ask or say in a moment like that. She explained that this is not an area of specialty for her so she read the report and then recommended a surgeon that she wanted us to meet with - who would be able to explain more. I drove home - we were in separate cars - and cried and prayed and called my parents who were waiting to hear. I stayed home the rest of the day just trying to figure myself out. The peace of God was definitely there, but there were so many unknowns that we had to work through. I called and scheduled an appointment with the surgeon for the following Monday.
We celebrated Kid#1's 13th birthday that weekend and it's always good to have a busy family weekend to keep your mind off of things. So thankful for my family through all of this!
Monday meeting with the surgeon was a 4:30 appointment. I stopped to pick up my slides from the biopsy, mammogram and ultrasound so that the surgeon could review. He also wanted to do an exam. I have always seen female doctors, so this particular exam was very awkward for us, but he came highly recommended. After the exam, he took us into a conference room and spent the next hour and a half explaining options to us. We learned that the tumor was about 2.5 cm in size and not aggressive. He felt like he would be able to operate and get a clear margin around it - a lumpectomy - but that he wanted me to see an oncologist to review everything in case they recommended other treatments. I have learned so much about cancer now - I'm disappointed in myself for not asking more questions when my mom and mother-in-law dealt with similar situations. They are both doing well after removal of lumps - by the way. I do not have a family history of breast cancer in my family, especially at so young, so we know this is unusual. I have lived an exceedingly blessed life but I know that I am not immune to sickness or rain. God's word never promised that we wouldn't go through things, it promises that He will be with us as we go through things. And He has been with us through this whole journey.
The surgeon refereed us to an oncologist and so we left planning to schedule an appointment. As we talked about what we had learned from the surgeon it became very clear that the Hubs was not comfortable with this surgeon. His mother recommended that we go see the oncologist she had used at MD Anderson so I called and scheduled an appointment with their oncologist and surgeon. It was a completely different experience. Every doctor, nurse and radiologist has been a young woman. They are informative and understanding.  My oncologist has recommended things that she saw her own mother use. Because of my age and the size of the tumor, it was recommended that I use chemotherapy treatment to treat my system. The surgeon did not feel like a lumpectomy was the best course of action but she understands that this would be my preference. We decided to use chemo first to try and shrink the tumor and then see if a lumpectomy would be  possible - before we consider a full mastectomy. None of these things were in my plans. We have prayed for God's healing and believe that He is already at work. Do I understand why there hasn't been immediate healing? No. Do I believe that God could do the miraculous? Yes!  I want to be the one that crazy miraculous things happen to!  More to come. . . the story continues.