Reflections on the Journey
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.”
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,...
Storms are a part of life. In most every season we will experience sunshine, soft rain showers and frightening thunderstorms all in the same day. The temptation is to see only the thunderstorm.
It was the first worship service of the new Notre Dame cathedral. A new layer of prayer was laid down even amidst the soaring flames. The rebuilding has already begun.
When times are good and we’re feeling strong and victorious, it’s far easier to remember God loves us. But when it’s ourhead delivered into the hands of our enemy, it’s harder to trust God still has our back and run to him for refuge and strength.
I have been surrounded by loved ones affected by type 1 diabetes (T1D) my entire life—first as a sister, and then as a mother. And while raising a child with T1D has certainly given me a front-row seat to the challenges of managing this complicated disease, it was only recently that I was invited to step into the moccasins of a friend who has been living courageously with T1D for close to 30...