In Christ Alone our Hope is Found

For 11 years I have been writing about experiences in our lives that came about through Micah's cancer. This time as I started writing, it hit me that I have been writing about my experiences. My memories. My joys and sorrow. My discoveries. You have read this journey through the eyes of a mom. Micah is getting big, but his cancer years are a bit of a blur to him. He remembers some days or events, but I think they are more like snapshots. In my mind, he was so much older, but 5-8 is pretty little no matter how mature he was. I am starting to become thankful that I wrote it all down through my emails and blog posts. It will be a way that he can put it all together on his own when he feels the need. Today, Micah is letting me share his free verse poem that he wrote for his poetry portfolio. You get to see a glimpse of what his eyes and heart saw. He captured this moment well. Surgery  I look at my parents in terror  But they can’t make it better  I lie on the bed as it r