Reflections on the Journey
Suite d’espoir, Winter 2
We are partakers in the mystery of life, not controllers of it. Extended seasons of waiting can silently erode our hope. Our hearts ache for change—in the world, in a loved one, in ourselves—and yet life remains frozen in the same familiar places. Life doesn’t always give us exactly what we want or long for, but accepting what can’t be changed is the first step to finding a new hope....
Suite d’espoir, Winter 1
I’ve been thinking a lot about HOPE this year. For obvious personal reasons and for shared national and global ones. Turning the word over again and again, a question emerged—how is HOPE different from trust? Is HOPE just trust with a dose of optimism thrown in for good measure?
How to Handle Fear in Managing Your Child’s T1D
When my son was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at age five, I thought the greatest fear in managing my child's T1D would be injecting him with insulin. I would soon discover there were far greater fears awaiting me as his caregiver. “What if his blood sugar drops precipitously low while I’m sleeping?” “What if I can’t control his ketones and blood sugars when he has a stomach...
How to Build Our Faith in Times of Suffering
I’ve been thinking a lot about the condition of my faith in times of suffering. Pandemics that demand we shelter at home can make one do that. While I may still nod affirmatively that I trust God is in control and I’m committed to following him, I can also be tempted to move aggressively outward or dangerously inward during challenging times. Both of these responses to trials—getting angry or...
Maintaining a Posture of Faith in a Culture of Fear
The news cycles spin faster and faster as our lives come grinding to a halt. Life as we knew it has shifted and we wait, gazing with fear into the vast unknown. Pandemic is no longer “out there.” It has moved in close and is “right here.”
After Diagnosis: Letting Go of The Way We Were
I was no stranger to T1D when my son was diagnosed with the disease at age five. My sister has been living with T1D since she was sixteen years old, and my brother died as he was being diagnosed with the disease when he was just eight years old. I was born eighteen months after my brother’s death as the replacement for the child my parents had lost. I was born on the shadow side of grief,...
