Friday, March 16, 2012


It's 10am. And already today I have run across several heartbreaking stories of people (one a little girl) fighting cancer.

The daily struggle to survive.
Dealing with the aftermath of treatment.
The constant feeling that death might not wait too much longer.

I also know people who struggle physically on so much higher a level than I do. My own brother is dealing with daily excruciating pain, the cause of which the doctor's haven't found yet.

And I feel insignificant. My story, my words. My life seems like puffy clouds and butterflies compared to so many others.

Days like this, I'm not sure what I'm doing. Why do I think I have anything important to say?

...other than I feel called to say it.

And I guess that's the only reason I need.


  1. Totally know what you mean. God is using us to tell the story He has placed in our hearts

  2. Thanks for the kind comments on my blog Christine. It's great to meet other bloggers who believe. Sorry to hear about your pain. God is using that though for a greater purpose. I look forward to reading more of your site.