The last fifteen years have been a lot. Cancer. Alzheimer’s. Caregiving. Loss after loss – the kind that moves in and stacks up until it pulls you under with it. And layered underneath all of that, my own mess. But He was before all of it. And in Him, somehow, all of it is holding together. Not in spite of the wreckage. Through it. Anything good you see in me is just God. It comes from being dragged by Him through the refiner’s fire, and Him giving my heart the strength to beat at all.
Twin Tree Project 