Notes in the Middle
Faith in real life — the funny parts, the hard parts, and the grace that shows up when you’re not expecting it.
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It is easy to believe God is good when life feels settled. The harder work is trusting His goodness when plans change, answers are unclear, or the future feels uncertain. A reflection and prayer for noticing God’s presence in the middle.
Cancer can bring emotions no treatment plan prepares you for. Fear, grief, overwhelm, anger, loneliness, and vulnerability are not signs that you are handling cancer badly. They are part of being human.
Sometimes faith does not look brave. Sometimes it sounds like, “God, I’m scared. Please stay close.” You do not have to perform courage for God.
Nobody warned me that cancer might make me angry. Not just scared or sad, but angry at what changed, what was lost, and how unfair it all felt.
What happens when life hands you one more hard thing and you find yourself wondering, What am I doing wrong? A Monday spent unexpectedly in the ER reminded me that another difficult season doesn't necessarily mean we've failed. Sometimes we're simply being refined—and God is still meeting us right in the middle.
Sometimes faith doesn’t look bold or certain. Sometimes it’s simply asking God for enough grace to make it through the night. A reflection on small faith, long nights, and trusting that morning is still coming.
Cancer
When someone we love is diagnosed with cancer, we want to help, but knowing what to say or do isn't always easy. As Breast Cancer Awareness Month comes to an end, I'm sharing what my own experience taught me about supporting someone through cancer, remembering the caregivers, and why the need for compassion continues long after treatment ends.
Nobody warned me that cancer might make me angry. Not just scared or sad, but angry at what changed, what was lost, and how unfair it all felt.
Cancer can make vulnerability feel very physical — hospital gowns, scars, needing help, losing privacy, and learning to live in a body that may suddenly feel unfamiliar. You are not weak for struggling with that.
Cancer can be deeply lonely, even when you are loved and supported. Sometimes the hardest part is realizing that no one else can completely know what it feels like to live inside your body, your fear, and your uncertainty.
Survivorship
I thought treatment would cost me a year of my life, and then I would get my old life back. I did not know survivorship would become its own season.
Nobody warned me that cancer might make me angry. Not just scared or sad, but angry at what changed, what was lost, and how unfair it all felt.
Cancer can make you angry—at your body, the timing, the losses, the people who do not understand, and sometimes even at God. Anger is not proof that you are handling cancer badly. It is a human response to something hard and unfair.
Cancer can bring grief long before anyone talks about loss. You may grieve your body, your plans, your routines, your confidence, or the version of life you thought you were living. That grief is real.
Helping Someone
When someone you love hears the words “you have cancer,” it can be hard to know what to do. These practical, thoughtful ideas can help you show up without adding pressure.
By my fifth hospital admission, the nurses knew how much I missed my flower gardens. Since fresh flowers were not allowed, they made me a bouquet out of hospital gloves. That ridiculous, thoughtful bouquet reminded me that whimsy does not erase what is hard—it simply refuses to let the hard be the only thing in the room.
When someone you love is diagnosed with cancer, you may not know what to say or how to help. A Hope Basket turns that helplessness into a thoughtful, personal act of care—one that says, “I see you. I love you. I am not going anywhere.”
When I was halfway through chemo, my aunt called and said she wanted to bring us lasagna. We had seven pans in the freezer. What happened next taught me the difference between two things that look identical from the outside but aren't the same at all — sympathy and support. One makes the helper feel better. The other makes the hurting person feel better. Here's how to tell which one you're offering.
Faces of Cancer
Cancer emotions do not arrive in a neat, predictable order. Here’s why Faces of Cancer is organized around the emotions we carry rather than a series of stages we are expected to complete.
Prayers
For nearly 18 years, I found reasons not to write the book that had been on my heart. Then one young mother’s cancer diagnosis changed something in me. I opened my hands, said yes to God, and began taking one uncertain step at a time.
It is easy to spend today carrying problems that have not happened yet. This reflection is a reminder that God gives us grace for the day we are actually living—and we can trust Him with what comes next.
Rest has never come naturally to me. I am much better at pushing through. But I’m learning that slowing down is not failure, and sometimes receiving the rest God gives is one of the most faithful things we can do.
It is easy to believe God is good when life feels settled. The harder work is trusting His goodness when plans change, answers are unclear, or the future feels uncertain. A reflection and prayer for noticing God’s presence in the middle.
Life in the Middle
Sometimes hope looks profound. And sometimes it looks like a five-year-old labeling a feeding tube “French fries and Pepsi.” A story about illness, cancer, laughter, and the small ordinary things that help soften hard days.
A few weekends ago, both of my grandchildren landed in the penalty box. Watching them serve their time and skate right back into the game made me wonder where I've been playing it too safe—and what it costs us when we're so afraid of getting something wrong that we stop sounding like ourselves.
For years, I believed my body needed more discipline, more restriction, and more pushing. Now I am beginning to wonder whether it needed something entirely different: less judgment, more listening, and the chance to finally feel safe. This weekend, that lesson came through a warm bowl of oatmeal.
A weekend of hockey reminded me that winning is not always found on the scoreboard. Sometimes it looks like taking another shot, getting back up after a fall, encouraging a teammate, or discovering strength you did not know you had.
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The Sleeves
They're called compression sleeves. And for a long time, they were the thing I hated most about surviving. That's a strong statement given fifteen surgeries, chemotherapy, and radiation. And yet. Lymphedema wins the hatred category. Make it make sense.
When You Don’t Know What to Do, Build a Hope Basket
When someone you love is diagnosed with cancer, you may not know what to say or how to help. A Hope Basket turns that helplessness into a thoughtful, personal act of care—one that says, “I see you. I love you. I am not going anywhere.”
What 600 Square Feet of Grass Taught Me About Forty Years of Marriage
Last summer, we got sod on our anniversary weekend. I know. Romantic. It was 105 degrees, thirty-to-forty-mile-an-hour winds, and I was deeply, deeply annoyed. I had other plans. A year later, my husband still brings it up. "Remember how mad you were when I ordered sod for our anniversary weekend?" Yes. Yes, I do. But funny thing about time — sometimes it reveals meaning that frustration hides. What felt like a ruined weekend became one of the clearest pictures of forty years of marriage I've ever experienced. I used to have a plaque on the wall that said, "They say marriages are made in Heaven. But so is thunder and lightning." That pretty much covered it.
When Scripture Felt Hollow
For years I felt like a bad Christian when scripture went silent on me. Then I learned my faith wasn't broken. My body was just doing other work.
