There is a paved track nearby that I’ve pounded countless miles on throughout the years we’ve lived here. Slow strolls pushing baby strollers, sweaty runs, and walks made quicker by emotional rants with girlfriends over life’s complexities. It winds gently around the edge of a lake, with trees shading the majority of the path. As … More Way Down Yonder By the Sycamore Tree
When I last wrote here, I told the story of finding out Elsie had a cataract and the subsequent surgery to remove it. Since then, life has calmed down (thankfully) but I realized I left everyone hanging a bit with our story. Since Elsie’s surgery in January, she has settled into post-cataract life like a … More The Gift.
The other day I was driving home to La Follette, and on the two hour drive of winding backroads, I was reflecting and remembering all the patients and stories I have gotten to be apart of as a nurse. I mulled over my oncology kids – remembering what it was like to take care of … More What I Might Have Missed
This snippet is a simple lesson for sure, and I feel like so many other women have come to this same conclusion and written about it already. But this week is was my lesson and it was a good one for my heart. On my day off this week I decided to set aside time for … More The Short List
Its been a crazy past month for the little Liew fam, and I’m guessing many of you could say the same. We finished up the soccer season, and are now in the thick of graduations, end of school shenanigans, and field trips. Sometimes everything just feels so hectic. Joe and I zoom from one thing … More The Hydrangea House and stuck in a trunk.
Saying good-bye is hard. Yesterday I worked my last shift as a bedside nurse on CH 300/400. I walked through the hallways with an almost reverent feeling in my heart, scanning meds and taking vitals in those rooms for the last time. I chatted with my friends, eager for the camaraderie that’s always present on … More The House That Built Me
The end of the year is always a time of reflection for me. A time when the whole world naturally looks behind and looks ahead all at the same time. I think that’s a good thing. To sit and remember what the last 12 months have held, and to dream about what’s to come. For … More the quiet year
The first that didn’t make sense. I had lost people before. A great-grandmother, a teacher, a baby sitter, a beloved dog. Yet all those were old or very sick and somewhat foreseeable. But not his death. His was a surprise, a mystery, a turning point in an already defining time period. It was summer … More When death comes early.
For the past few months, years really, I have been surrounded by incredible bible teachers. They have challenged my thinking and my motives. The thoughts here are a culmination of so many different people faithfully speaking from God’s Word. Everything that is swarming in my heart boils down to this: I don’t want to miss … More Everything is Yours.
It has been a week of peaks and valleys. Last Thursday, Joey and I were honored to travel to Black Mountain, North Carolina, where we got to serve by leading worship during the staff training week for Ridgecrest Camps. The first night began in a small stone building that would serve as the staff lounge … More For Those Who Are Tired
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