In Christ Alone our Hope is Found

I was looking through my posts and realized that this one was never published. I don't want to forget Tessa at 4.This was originally written in August 2020. On Sunday nights Ken often goes for a drive, usually to Port Bruce. The people who go with him vary depending on the night. Last night, Tessa and I went along. Tessa loves being with Ken and I. She got in the van and said with a shrug of her shoulders, “Well, I guess it’s just the three of us.” It was a delighted shrug. Her face was kind of content like picture below when she said it.   When we got to the beach and I opened the door, the sound of the waves made my heart skip a beat. The wind was blowing in my face and the waves were roaring. They were so loud that Ken and I could hardly hear each other. Look at this spectacular wave. Tessa collected sticks and planted feathers. She chased seagulls and ran from waves. Tessa thinks about the future a lot and asks a lot of questions. As we were driving home from the beach, she to

Most of the time I dump my pictures on Facebook. I love to see my memories come up every year. I went to do that yesterday, but I just couldn't do it. I like writing words with the pictures just like the good old days. I think looking back at my blog is better in the end. I need to start blogging our everyday life like I used to do when the kids were small. I find it enjoyable.                                                                  Anybody who knows me, knows that I love water. I love love love water. In mid-summer, we go 3 or 4 times a week after we do supper dishes. I don't love sitting on the beach in mid-day in the sun. I go to listen to the waves, walk with Ken and watch the sun go down. When I hear the wind blowing through our trees, I will often jump in the van and go. It's so beautiful. It shows the Lord's power and majesty. It can get wild and loud. It can be peaceful and serene. I prefer wild and loud. It renews me.  This is what I am looking forward

Today is the 11th anniversary of Micah’s big lung surgery. We have had lots of hard days, but I think this one might have been the most difficult. We trusted the outcome to our sovereign and tender heavenly Father, but our hearts suffered with questions. Could this be the day? Could it be the day that the Lord was going to take Micah to heaven? On the fourth Monday in March, Micah went in for his weekly treatment. His oncologist told us that day that the tumor was continuing to grow and that his only chance was surgery. If we didn't do the surgery, he would only have a few months left with us. They had an OR time booked for him that Thursday and we had to tell them our decision as soon as possible. We were hoping for surgery, but not this way. When he relapsed, the tumor in his lungs was already too big to be taken out. Since he had used all of the drugs the first time around, all he could try was some oral chemo. We were hoping the oral chemo would shrink it enough to then have su