In Christ Alone our Hope is Found

We are home and were unpacked in 20 minutes. We are tiiiiiirrrrreeeed. It's been a long few days, and it's amazing to be home! The more we leave our home, the more I see that I am a homebody. I love home so much, that I giggled when I walked in. I am also learning that home is where we make it. (o: I had an odd moment at the hospital yesterday. Someone asked me if we are from out of town. I said, "Yes, well, no, I guess....." We don't feel like we belong in St Thomas, we aren't from Grand Rapids. We are from St Thomas, but live in Grand Rapids. Do you know? She must have thought I was a little nuts! This is the post that I wrote last night.... First, I have to say that my heart is so heavy for our dear friends, Scott and Jen. They have been blessed with twins. A girl and a boy. Their little boy, Owen has had some challenges with his health.  Here is today's facebook status from Jen: We received devastating news last night. Owen's MRI showed massi...

I have been writing up a storm the last few days. Thoughts of port surgeries and big surgeries have been swirling. Even though this is such a small surgery, we have been struggling a bit, everyone in their way. Normally we don't sit around thinking about the past. God is pushing us forward in a beautiful way. We are so thankful that the memories and pain are fading more with each year that passes, but there are just some times that those cracks in our hearts break open a little bit and sting like crazy. There are so many things that have gone on just in that area of the hospital. The memories that the pre-op, waiting and recovering rooms hold are so painful that words can hardly express them! Walking out of the OR and taking my mask off while leaving him with complete strangers that were going to cut a 8 inch incision in his belly and explore and cut inside his tiny little five year old body for 7 hours, wondering if they would get it all and if he would have excess bleedin...

After the news of Micah's clear scan settled, I called the Pediatric Surgery man, our Dr Merritt, whose hands God guided to take the cancer out of Micah's lungs, to let them know that we are finally settled, got a clear scan and are ready to take Micah's port out. That was a big sentence! (o; So we set a date. Nov 2 at 11:30 am, Micah should be in the OR. The first moments after I got off the phone, Ken and I were struck by the enormity of this.  Even though the cancer could come back and this is not over for us, it is a closing of this chapter. Ken often reads my blog posts before I post them. He read what I had wrote and he commented that I didn't tell you all specifically what God did. Ken is not a shouter from the mountain tops! It is not his personality at all. But this time he is encouraging me to SHOUT! I love it when he does that! (o: So here is my shouting.......(o: What God did was beyond amazing!! Micah was first diagnosed with stage 4 cancer in N...