It was so surreal to read in L.M. Montgomery’s journals that she had a nagging, exaggerated fear of cancer. I had the same thing as a child and teen. Then, much to my chagrin, I got to face the stupid thing head-on in the last year of my twenties. You all know how that turned out – I’m still alive, and I am – dare I say it – stronger.
An old friend used to say that when he wrestled with his little boys, he wanted to build them up. So of course he pulled back a little as they wrangled him to the ground. But sometimes he wanted to also remind them they couldn’t beat him yet. And then he would win, showing them what he called Daddy Power. I was reminded of that this weekend. Jake and I
I never wondered if I would do it. I only wondered how long it would take to start breathing again after I jumped. That’s a paraphrase on a favorite C.S. Lewis quote in our family. “We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.” I told you I snorkled in the Atlantic Ocean, but