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It will be okay...



The last few weeks have been full of fun, as I’ve felt pretty good.  Spending time outside, planting flowers and playing with our cutie, has been pretty much all we’ve done.  And I’m okay with that.  







  I’m continuing with my radiation treatments each morning  and only have 5 more to go. 5!!!  Yeehaw!  The countdown is truly on now!  My skin is starting to burn under my arm and I’ve got stickers all over to mark the exact location where radiation is needed.   One of the stickers had to be changed last week, which caused a sore that hurts terribly.  But as far as my chest, it feels fine.  I’d like to think some of the minimal burning is from the constant use of Beauty Counter’s body wash.  It is such a safe and effective skin care line with no toxins. I highly recommend their products for those undergoing radiation soon or just simply for everyday use.  A special thanks to all of my Beauty Counter friends for sending goodies and getting me started on this wonderful brand.  The topical creams prescribed by my doctor have helped as well, I’m sure. 
   I was hopeful about finishing a day early and asked my doctor if maybe, just maybe, I could be done this Friday to celebrate with J since he’s off..  She very sweetly said “no mam, you will need all 33.  So we will celebrate twice, once on Friday with my main squeeze and then again on Monday when I’m officially DONE. And I can’t be more excited than to be finished with this part of my treatment plan, as it’s another step closer to the finish line.  I will miss the friends I’ve made at the Gibbs Center, and hope that I’ll stay in touch, as they’ve been the sweetest.

Last Friday night my elementary school chorus sang the National Anthem and I got to throw the first pitch out. 





 It was an awesome night seeing lots of former and current students and staff.  The emotions hit hard as I miss them all so.  One of my sweet current students must’ve hugged me 5 times and kept saying “I miss you, Mrs. Gault.”  My daddy saw the tears fall as I walked away from her.  He hugged me and said “they love you so and it’ll be okay.”  I know they are in the best care with the most precious sub, but I was with them for over half the year, and built close relationships, as I always do. Saying goodbye was so hard. But I know that they’ll be okay.  



 I went up to the school on Monday to sign my contract and couldn’t not stop by room 202 to hug them all.  They’re a precious group of kids, and they’ll always hold an extra special place in my heart.  They were so understanding  during some of the tougher days after my chemo treatments.  The love notes they wrote me during the times when I was weak, lifted my spirits so.  I’ll miss them next year but am looking forward to being 100% when starting a new school year.

Jett’s had a big week as we brought home a new horse.  He’s been missing our Cookie and still talks about him a lot.  We pass by where he’s buried daily and he always asks, “Mommy, Cookie won’t come back, will he?”  And as much as it breaks my heart to say no, that’s my answer every time. Jett then says, “buts it’s going to be okay, right Mommy?” And I couldn’t agree more with him.  Yes!  All is okay, buddy!  So we are super excited to add Smoke to our family.  He’s a beautiful sorrel and quite a lover. 





 He comes running when you barely whistle and will let you rub on him for hours.  And Jett’s first ride went amazingly well, so that’s even better.  J is of course excited to have him and I just know that they are going to make an awesome team.  So much of a cowboy’s time is spent on the back of a horse and we all have heard the quote:  “no hour of life is wasted that is spent in the saddle.”  I know that’s my guy’s happy place, for sure.  And he deserves it.  He’s been so good to me during this crazy year of doctor’s appointments, tons of medicine, surgery, and more.  To hear him pray for my healing and feel his comforting touch, makes me fall in love with him over and over.  God knew exactly what he was doing when he placed him in my life more than 20 years ago.  My parents were a little concerned with the age difference at that time but  I know that they’ve always loved my guy.   It brings them peace knowing that J takes good care of us, and we’re okay.  

After nine months since being diagnosed, and meeting so many friends that have also been given the bad news of cancer, my heart gets so heavy when I hear that word.  Laying on the radiation table this morning, I prayed so hard for a friend who was having a biopsy done during my radiation time.  She’s waiting to hear back for sure but they’ve told her that it is most likely cancer.  God, hold her tight.  Let her feel Your presence and help her to know that You will be with her through this trying time.  When talking to her just now, the words “it’s going to be okay” came out immediately.  I’ll always remember my own doctor telling me that.  “It’s going to be okay, and you are going to be fine.”  And she was so right.  It’s not been fun and there have been dark days where I’ve wanted to give up, but I’m constantly reminded of the greater power of Jesus.  I can’t help but think that He’s using my story to share His truth with people in my life.  

So do you see a theme here?  IT IS GOING TO BE OKAY!
 I feel like God is speaking to me...
This weekend a book that I had forgotten I’d ordered came in the mail and guess what the title is? 
 “It Will Be Okay”. 




 Lysa Terkeurst is one of my favorite Christian authors and when I heard that she had a children’s book out, I knew it was one that had to be on Jett’s bookshelf.  It’s the sweetest story of a seed and a fox.  Through their friendship, the two characters learn how God is always with them through scary times and how He is always watching over us.  And in the end, they learn that everything will be okay, because God's good and He is kind.  Hearing my mother-in-love read this book aloud to our little fellow, reassured me so of this truth.  There’s no reason to doubt God’s plan, 
as it is always perfect.  

And then the first song that I heard this morning was  Kenny Chesney and David Lee Murphy’s, “It’ll Be Alright”.  It’s got such a catchy beat and I just love it.  

Ha!  Don’t hit the panic button.  I’ve done that several times for sure.  But I can’t help to know just that.  Everything is going to be alright, as long as I have my eyes fixed on Him, as He’s the only ONE who has set my path.  

So just as my precious doctor and my daddy told me, and I’ve said to my friend just today, “it’ll be okay”.  

Last night confirmed that promise as we went to the Outcry concert with friends.  That worship time was unbelievable.  Music always moves me, most of the time to tears, and it happened several times last night as we sang our hearts out.  
My most favorite song of the night was when Elevation Worship sang  “Do It Again.”  


The Lord was present last night.
  I could feel Him in that arena.  
His promise still stands.  I’m still in Your hands.
 He is here now and forever, right by my side.  
And by yours.  
And knowing that makes everything okay.  

“My heart trusts in, relies on, and confidently leans on Him, and I am helped.” Psalm 28:7




“Do It Again.”


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Kindness matters!





I knew that I wanted to do something special for the radiation care team that has been taking care of me.  I’ve been seeing them now for 4 weeks and they truly are a breath of fresh air every morning that I walk into the dreaded radiation room.  We are always laughing about something or talking about our kids, but they truly lighten the mood each and every time.  



So yesterday I called Maple Street Biscuit Company and ordered a breakfast for them to enjoy since today was the end of a long, full work week.  I made sure that napkins, plates, and forks would be included and was excited about making the delivery.  I left home early enough to stop by the Five Forks location and as I was nearing the turn into the entrance, my phone rang, showing an odd number.  I answered it and spoke with Michael, who explained that he was calling from Maple Street to let me know that there wasn’t any parking spots on East North Street and that he could run my order out to me so I wouldn’t have to worry about parking.  I panicked.  East North Street!!!  What in the world had I done?  I made the to go order at the wrong location and there was no possible way I could make it all the way across town and then to my 8:30 radiation spot off Pelham.  Immediately he told me that it would be ok and that he’d call the Five Forks location, get the order in, and that it would be ready shortly. And it was.  I walked in, a sweet young guy helped me with coffee, told me the order would be ready in a few minutes, and then he asked me what the occasion was for.  And that’s when I lost it.  As I told him who it was for and how special they were to me during this leg of the journey, the tears started.  I just couldn’t get myself together, thinking about these 2 precious young men and how kind they were through this whole mix-up that was totally my fault. Never once were they snippy or batted an eye to make things ever so perfect.  The bag was packed with all utensils, they readied the food, and then this sweet fellow told me that he’d be praying for me.  I couldn’t leave without hugging him as I walked out of the door.  My heart was absolutely overflowing when I made it to my car and I still had 15 minutes until I needed to be at the Gibbs Center, after all that.  Whew!  God placed those fellows in my path on this early Friday morning adventure.  They didn’t know my story when I placed the order.  They didn’t think “aw, this girl had cancer, so let’s be nice to her”.  They dealt with this situation like Jesus would have, with loving hearts and a smile. They weren’t hateful or irritated, just compassionate and helpful.  And that meant so much to me.  And then to see the excitement from the ladies over a simple breakfast meal. That brought enough joy to my heart to last awhile. Kindness matters, y’all.  So I’ve mentioned this restaurant before, but now I know that it’s one of the best.  So if you happen to go to the East North Street location, ask for Michael or the Five Forks location, ask for Jordan.  


And hug them.  They are both great guys and ones that I will always remember.  

Radiation number 22 happened after all of this and like expected, my skin is beginning to burn.  It’s like a sunburn...you know how you feel like you didn’t get anything after a day at the beach?   And then BAM!  So I’m thankful for two days away from the rays of radiation and excited about a fun weekend ahead.  I was listening to MercyMe on the way this morning and their song “Burn, Baby Burn” came on.  Ha!  How appropriate.


  I’d never heard the song but it caught my attention. The lyrics say: “We shine cause we’ve been saved by grace.  We are the light, light of the world, light up the night, when will we learn? Now is our time, now is our turn, so burn, baby burn.” I’m literally burning now but must remember to light up the world and shine His light on others.  We never know what people are going through and He can use us to comfort them.  Seize the opportunity to be the hands and feet of Jesus and ask Him to open your eyes to the ones hurting around you.  I just know that you’ll find your love burning brighter and stronger when you do.  The guys today were on fire, as their flames shone bright!  So burn, baby burn. 

So for the weekend plans...my school chorus is singing the National Anthem tonight at the Greenville Drive game and I get to throw out the first pitch.  You would think that I’ve practiced since the Hillcrest game and not quite throwing it hard enough, but I haven’t had the chance.  So prayers that the ball will travel a little further.  This girl is so not athletic but I’m super excited to see lots of familiar faces from the school I love so and even some that I’ve taught in second grade.  Clemson’s Spring Game is on the agenda for tomorrow and that’s a must for our little tiger fan.  The Renfrow jersey is laid out and we can’t wait to see them play.  

Many people say that I’m constantly doing something or going somewhere and yes!  I’m bad about not slowing down but honestly, keeping my mind filled with happy thoughts helps keep me “raised up”.   And my complete trust is in God, as I just know he’s taking care of me.  And that’s comforting.  

Please join me in praying for a young lady that I haven’t met yet that was recently diagnosed.  I’ve been where she is right now, scared to death.  I’ve walked the path that she’s about to walk.  Psalm 40:2 states “He lifted me out of the ditch, pulled me from the deep mud.  He stood me up on a solid rock to make sure I wouldn’t slip.”  My hope for her is that she feels the hand of God doing just this, holding her tightly and preparing her for her journey.  

I’ve cannot end this post without sharing a great find that just happened to come across my Facebook feed last week.  So most of you know that I opted for no reconstruction after my bilateral mastectomy.  I feel that it was the best decision for me and haven’t regretted it one time since.  And I don’t think I will.  So yes, I wear prosthetics most of the time and am perfectly happy with that.  BUT...they can be heavy!  So when I saw these Knitted Knockers, I have to say, my heart skipped a beat.  The lady’s testimony who organized this wowed me and I immediately sent in my request for a pair.  The cool thing is they are FREE and since ladies all across the country knit these for this organization, they try to partner you up with someone local.  So Miss LuAnn in Anderson, thank you!  They are light weight and do just what I need them to do!  


I hope your weekend is full of fun.  This spring weather has me ready to plant some flowers and enjoy the sunshine.  
Love you all!  

“Praise the Lord.  Happy are those who fear the Lord.  They are not afraid of evil tidings; their hearts are firm, secure in the Lord.  Their hearts are steady, they will not be afraid.”  Psalm 112: 1,7-8




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Milestones and Miracles



Today was a milestone kind of day as I finished 17/33 of my radiation treatments.  I’ve gotten into a routine and the actual treatments are a piece of cake.  I never thought I’d say that but they are.  I look forward to seeing the techs each morning and am so thankful for each of them as they seal the deal on the cancer cells.  The skin is starting to chap slightly but the topical solution prescribed helps.   I don’t miss a single dose of rubbing that in to help protect the skin.
  A few days ago, while waiting for treatment, I met a lady that was diagnosed two weeks after me and has been following my blog and story.  She was so kind as she shared how it has helped her a lot with knowing what to expect during each step of the breast cancer journey, from the port placement to now radiation.  It meant so much to hear that the words God has helped me write, have been those of inspiration to her during her fight.  
And then today I saw her again.  She’s actually the mother of a friend of mine.  What a small world!

So after I finished my 17th round, I met my boys and enjoyed a little breakfast at one my favorites, Maple Street Biscuit Company.  I always get a delicious chicken biscuit, topped with bacon, covered in maple syrup.  Y’all! I could lick the plate clean when I’m done, it’s that good.   And it is such a fun restaurant, the food is amazing, the staff is extra friendly, and was a perfect place to celebrate this day I’ve had marked on my calendar!  



After that goodness filled our bellies, I came home to do somethings around the house and painted with my cute buddy.  



I then sat down to read my devotion for today.   Isn’t it amazing how sometimes they are perfectly written for what’s going on in your life, at that very moment?  It focused on suffering and struggles. Whoa!  Speak to me God!   Don’t we all experience these throughout our lives, daily?  



Right now one of my sweet teacher friends has a baby that is fighting for her life.  Hadley Ann was born on Monday and was diagnosed Tuesday with CDH-Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia.  She underwent surgery on Thursday and did great.  The doctor was pleased with how smooth the surgery went as he stitched up the hole in her diaphragm.  Please continue to pray for her mommy and daddy, 2 older brothers, and this sweet baby as she still has quite a road to being completely well.  


Many staff and friends gathered yesterday at our school to lift this angel up, praying for ultimate healing and the doctors.   I just know that as Miss Hadley grows up, she will forever be able to tell the testimony of God healing her body. Sweet girl...we are continuing to pray for you as you  continue to fight through this storm.   I know that you were fearfully and wonderfully made and that God will hold you in His hands throughout your entire life.  He’s promised us that.  And I’ve heard you are fiesty so fight , fight, fight, baby girl!  

So back to the devotion for today, in Paul’s letter to Timothy, he shares that struggles will come our way.  We are marked by the battles we fight in our lives, and everyone’s battle is different.  Our hearts, minds, and bodies bear the scars of this world.  But our job is to show God’s power in our weak times, praising His name.
These past 8 months have definitely been a struggle
at times, for sure.  
   But those times have allowed me to see God’s work, as he’s healed me, made me stronger,  and helped me to fully rely on Him through the dark times. 
We all experience different situations that bring us closer to Him and one of my “breast friends” shared my very own surgeon’s testimony with me recently.  Listen as he shares how God is in the miracle business.  
I’ve sent this to many of my close friends and family but wanted everyone to watch.  This touched us all so much, coming from such a precious man that worked with my team to save my life.  If you ever read this Doctor Millican, thank you for your perfect removal of the tumor from my body that tried to kill me.  


So we know miracles can happen. 

It was a miracle that sweet Hadley Ann’s mommy knew something wasn’t quite right in the wee hours of the morning, after she was born.  

It was a miracle that Doctor Millican’s son was found safe and sound.   

It was a miracle that I found my tumor when I did and that it was contained.  


God listens.  
He understands our hopes and fears. 
And when we trust in His love, miracles take place.


“We are pressed on every side by troubles, but we are not crushed.  We are perplexed, but not driven to despair.  We are hunted down, but never abandoned by God.  We get knocked down, but we are not destroyed.  Through suffering, our bodies continue to share in the death of Jesus so that the life of Jesus may also be seen in our bodies.”
  2 Corinthians 4:8-10















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Easter!

We had a wonderful time this year with our family celebrating Easter.   












Egg hunts, dying eggs, Easter Bunny visits, crafts, prizes, candy, and more, helped usher in this holiday, but we all know that Jesus’ resurrection is what it’s truly all about.  Jett, now four, begs to hear the story of Easter.  As I tell the story of Jesus dying on the cross for our sins and rising from the grave that morning to our blue eyed angel,  I honestly can say that I’ll never tire, telling those stories.  We’ve got several picture books that he adores and the Easter nesting eggs help simplify it as well.  



And he’s quite in love with our resurrection eggs too.  He asks a billion questions that we try very hard to answer so that he can understand.  I think this year with reading the story to him a lot, it touched me more than it ever has.  Just knowing that Jesus conquered death and claimed victory over the grave, turns such sorrow into joy.  Can I get a hallelujah?  
And knowing eternity will be spent with Him, helps me trust in his plan even more, each day.
My complete hope is in Him,  and I ask him daily to heal my body, but also to live in light of the resurrection with great joy and hope.  



The best part of Easter morning was hearing J share why Easter is special to Jett.  Just like most children, Jett got caught up in the presents from the Easter bunny. So to hear the man God placed in my life to be by my side, tell Jett about our awesome Savior, brought tears to my eyes. I constantly thank God for this guy of mine, who loves the Lord, and fervently prays for me and our family.  

So as far as where we are in the treatment plan...radiation is still happening. I’ve felt pretty good these last few weeks and the radiation visits are ticking by.  Today was number 14 and the ladies are just as sweet as ever. Friday will be halfway day and I’ve got a small celebration up my sleeve! Oh and they consider me a “movement risk” and have had to put a ring around my toes so that I don’t dance to the music!  How funny is that?  




 But after each check in, I’ve met some really nice people in the waiting room at the Cancer Center. Many tease me that I could talk to a stop sign, and I could probably, but I truly feel like God has put these people in my life for a reason.  I look forward to talking with them each morning, even if it is just for a few minutes.  Their smiles and kind words of inspiration help so much as we all are going through a “not so fun” part of a journey.  Last Thursday a man followed me in for his treatment,  complimented my pink tennis shoes, and said that he liked “the pep in my step”.  I, of course, thanked him and stopped right then to thank God for giving me the energy and “get up” to take this “bull of radiation” by the horns. With 19 more to go, I haven’t had any redness or irritation.  I’m not holding my breath that I won’t have any but I’m hopeful that it’ll be minimal.  Fatigue is coming slowly, as they said it would, but I’m trying to roll with the punches and enjoy each day. 


We ventured to the zoo with friends last week and since our school district is on Spring Break, we hit the children’s museum with cousins yesterday. That was lots of fun.  The best part of the day was riding the merry-go-round.  


I felt like a kid again.  And who doesn’t love feeling a little youthful!!??  
A nap was a must after these trips and those are essential these days.  I find myself get real snippy if I’m overtired, so a little rest is encouraged by family members.  
And.............
hot flashes have started to happen, I guess with all of the hormonal changes after my mastectomy, they were sure to come.  Here’s a funny...  I had one the other night at dinner and my dad actually said he saw the redness creep up my neck.  I may be purchasing lots of fans to carry with me soon because those are no fun at all! 
My hair is coming in like crazy, and we’re on cut number two!  I’m loving the “freedom” of not wearing my wig or a hat most days! 



And speaking of freedom, I’m so not used to being out of school.  I love my job, the kids, my team, the staff, and I miss it terribly.  I know that I’m doing what’s best for my body by resting and healing.  
 So as I sit here writing this, I can hear the birds chirping and the breeze is flowing in through the open windows.  



It’s quiet and it’s peaceful.  
For years I have been so busy working and doing the daily routine of life that I haven’t had the chance to slow down and take in the simple things. 
And now I am. 
He’s made me slow down and with that, 
I can appreciate every aspect of the beauty in a new season. 




A season of good health.
A season of  a stronger faith.  
A season to spend lots of time with loved ones.  

Thank you Lord for your great faithfulness.  
And thank you for your Son.  
Let us remember the reason we celebrate the Easter holiday each and every single day.  


“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.”
Ecclesiastes 3:1

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Radiation 101




With 5 treatments down and 28 more to go, I thought I’d share a little about the actual radiation process that I’ve been going through.  Each morning I arrive at the Gibbs Cancer Center at Pelham around 8:30, scan my ID badge, and head for the waiting room.  It’s usually very quiet with just a few people waiting until I’m called back.  Everything is removed from the waist up, and I’m given a pillow case to cover.   Then I’m positioned on the hard metal table just so, and three sweet radiation techs get me ready.  A very warm towel is placed over the site as a barrier since they are radiating the chest wall.  They explained it as a lot acts as an extra layer of skin and brings the radiation dose to the skin surface to make sure the dose goes to the right spot and not past it.   Since the site is being radiated is on the left side, many deep breaths are necessary to raise my heart up so that it is not damaged.  Yeah...that’s scary to hear, right? But I trust God, first, in all of this and I also trust that the ladies know exactly what they are doing.  There’s lots of numbers on the screens above me that help them work their magic. 


 The first day was not fun and took forever as they drew on my chest to mark the exact areas that needed treatment.  I looked like a road map.  And then the breathing exercises came which were super hard, recovering from a yucky sinus infection that took two rounds of antibiotic to cure.  But these last four haven’t been too bad.  10 minutes max!  The music plays, the lady says “here we go” after I’m
in position, I’m asked to take three to four DEEP breaths, and this huge machine circles and changes positions around me.  The sound that comes during this time is not music to my ears, but the whole time I’m laying there, I truly pray and He calms my fears.  My arms are above my head, which has to be turned to the right, and I stare at one spot on the wall.  I thank Him each time for getting me this far in my journey and ask Him to continue to hold me.  Today’s song playing over the speaker was “Just Be Held” by Casting Crowns.  The words say... “You’re not alone, stop holding on and just be held.  Your world’s not falling apart, it’s falling into place.  I’m on the throne, stop holding on and just be held.”  So today and every single day, I try to do just that.  The ten minutes that I’m back there is a perfect time to talk to Jesus.  He hears from me more than once a day, I can assure you of that.  So when it’s all done, I’m helped off the table with a “see you tomorrow, Mrs. Gault”.  And it starts the same way again the next day.  Many have asked if I’m burning yet and all I see right now is a slight redness and I can feel a little bit of heat, like the way you feel after you get  a little sunburn.  I see the kindest radiation oncologist every Thursday after treatment.  So that’s pretty much the routine.  Many have said the fatigue will come after a few more, but I’m praying it’ll be minimal, along with the burning.  The best part of each evening has been Jett’s excitement over removing the chains for our countdown to being finished.  He keeps me going, that’s for sure!  

 Many of you read my Facebook post about the first day of radiation and how terrified I was, but two of the coolest things happened that day as we took a trip to one of my favorite towns, Clemson, SC.  We ran into a fun store called All Inspired, and let’s just say those ladies were full of inspiration that day, as I am sure they are every day.  One of them casually struck up a conversation with me about my hair and that turned into an hour long story.  They were all so interested in my journey and just truly loved on me.  I’d never met any of them before but left feeling like I had three new best friends.  


My devotional today from a little Lifeway subscription called Journey, talked about friends being life’s most cherished gifts and when the right ones come along,  they help you become all that the Lord created you to be.  And how true is that?  I met these three women and instantly we formed a bond.  The verse “A friend loves at all times.” (Proverbs 17:17) is perfect for this encounter.  And then as I was leaving a dear pastor friend called to check on me.  Let me preface with the fact that he didn’t know that I had had first treatment that day or the feelings that were roaring through my body but he said that the Holy Spirit laid on his heart to call me at that moment.  And let’s just say that I sobbed my eyeballs out after we ended our conversation.  The prayer he prayed through the phone helped me clearly see that God’s not finished with me yet and He’s going to do mighty things in my life.  So inspired,  I was again.
  All inspired.  

Radiation will continue through the end of April.  I saw my precious OBGYN today and as she’s been through the stage I’m in now,  her smile reminded me that I can do this.  Although it may be harder on some days as I walk through those dark valleys, I’ll make it through this part of the journey just as I’ve done before, because His light shines bright. 

Speaking of bright lights, last night we attended the “Strike Out Cancer” baseball game at my alma mater, Hillcrest High School (under the lights).  


Throwing out the first pitch of the game, alongside a new friend, Amanda, that I’ve met along this journey was an honor.  She also has a four year old and is battling this fierce disease, and has been a blessing.   


I’m so thankful for our friendship and that we can check in on one another.  It helps make the fight a little easier when you can talk to someone who knows what it’s like and the feelings you have day to day, especially having a little one.  Speaking of my little one, Jett had a blast seeing the boys on the field, eating his first “big chew” gum, and playing his own ballgame with his daddy behind the stands.  It’s been almost 20 years since I’ve been to a game after high school, and the memories flooded in while sitting in the stands watching the Rams win.  


But the best part of the night was having the sweetest little girl spray paint my hair pink.  You see that little girl lost her mommy a few years ago to breast cancer.  To see her laugh and smile while making my hair look like cotton candy, sealed my heart tight.  Bless that angel and her family as I know her mommy is missed!  






So everyday I think about how I have been so blessed to meet new friends and to find a purpose in this path God has planned for me.  I am so grateful for the experiences and relationships this journey has given me.  God is so good, all the time.  

And speaking of radiation, He radiates His love on us all the time, not just in a big ole machine.  

“The Lord is my light and my salvation; who shall I fear?  The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?” Psalm 27:1 





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Boone, Beth Moore, and Best Friends



When my friend Leigh Anne mentioned going to see Beth Moore in March, I’ll be honest...I thought there’d be no way I’d  feel up to that challenge enough to make that trip.  The date was one month after surgery and then getting over the flu and a sinus infection, I just didn’t know how I could muster up the energy to pack and make it.   I prayed about it and within a couple of days from the invite, I told them “I was in”.  My mom was really concerned about my decision , as she just was so worried about my stamina and well being.  But God shined through and the plans started. You see we waited a little too long to find a hotel room and NOTHING was available in Boone and the only room we could find was 40 minutes away.  Unless we wanted a one room cabin with a teeny tiny bathroom off the side of the mountain, that was all to be found.  And that didn’t excite any of us!  So we booked that ”far away” room but then called about a king suite in Boone that was only available for reservations if you made it a three night stay, which we didn’t need.  They told us that they couldn’t break up the three nights to allow us to have it for one, so we just were glad to have our other reservation, even if it was forever away.  And then we tried calling once again about the room in Boone and they kindly  decided to break up the 3 night stay and we got our room in Boone.  Woohoo!   This was just totally a God thing and wonderful news. And what an awesome trip it turned out to be.  That Friday, my friend Jane who lives in Americus made the drive to Greenville to break up her trip a little bit.  I grabbed Carolina Fine Foods to go, she picked me up, and we headed towards Boone.  Once we hit the mountain, our ears popped like crazy,  as we looked out the car window at the steep revene below.  I was like a child taking pictures and literally in awe of the beautiful scenery.  

Once we got to our hotel, it felt like the mountains..freezing cold and snow in the forecast! 

Dinner came next at the most scrumptious restaurant, Cafe Portafino, recommended by a friend.  

And then we were off to worship with Travis Cottrell and hear the wonderful Beth Moore bring the message.  

As we entered into the colesium, every seat was tagged.  At first Jane and I thought “oh no”, as it looked like most seats were reserved or taken.  Our tickets were general admission so how could that be?  But those tags were personal prayer cards for every guest.  Talk about warming my heart!?  We hit the stairs and got four seats, as our friends Leigh Anne and Stacey were in route to meet us for the weekend.  The worship time moved me and brought me to tears many times, singing praises to Him, and then listening to Beth’s message, live and in person, along with almost 9,000 other women.  Right before Beth began speaking, ladies in the crowd began yelling for doctors and nurses to come help in the top row of the arena.  As scary of a time for everyone sitting in the building as it was, Beth hit her knees and we all began praying for that individual and let me just say that the Holy Spirit was felt like no other during that time.  The lady who was prayed for actually walked out on her own,  down multiple flights of stairs, to receive medical attention.  What a God moment that was to begin our night with Him!

So immediately following that, Beth Moore came equipped with the tools and courage to teach His word, straight from Mark 12:30- “And thou shalt love the Lord thy God will all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength:this is the first commandment.”  Her main focus was on our MINDS and how we should love him whole heartedly with our mind.  She shared how the spirit is greater than the mind, the mind is greater than the brain, and eternal is greater than temporal.  So there is truly no limit to the impact of loving God with our whole minds.  I am so thankful that God opened my heart to receive this message and for allowing me the time with these three beautiful, faithful, and encouraging ladies that I call dear friends. Our weekend was wrapped up with a nice lunch, lots of laughs, and some shopping in the cute mountain town.  It truly was a blessing and a time with the Lord that we all needed for different reasons and I am grateful for every second of the time spent!  Prayers still being sent for the precious lady that was ill and that her health be restored. 



So after Sunday’s time change, and jumping back into the week, I sit here now reflecting on just how blessed I am.  Having a husband to keep Jett for the weekend, friends who love Jesus that worshipped with me, and thinking of all of the ways that God has so faithful in my life.  If you ever get the chance to go see Beth Moore, please do.  It will bless your soul and bring you closer to Jesus, I promise.  Make your life extraordinary with Him.  




Tomorrow I begin the first of 33 rounds of radiation.  I’m a little nervous but also know that this is part of the plan to become completely healed.  The radiation lady that I met last week has mutual friends and just set my mind at ease as I laid on the radiation bed during my consult visit.  My MIND will be focused on Him tomorrow as I am completely still, allowing the radiation machine to do its thing.  The countdown will begin and I can’t wait for Jett to help me break a link in the chain each time a treatment is finished.
And each Friday, will be a celebration day ...ice-cream date, a new pair of cute shoes, a short trip somewhere, a good book, a pair of earrings, fresh flowers, etc.  



So here we go!  I’ll keep you all posted along this journey as I know it’ll be difficult on some days, just as chemo and the surgery were.  But knowing that I promise to give God my whole MIND daily for ALL of my days, makes the worries and anxiety less because God gave thought to us all and planned us well. 

“Let us hold on to the confession of our hope without wavering, since He who promised is faithful.”  
Hebrews 10:23


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