Sunday, September 15, 2013

sweet Piper.

I just spent an hour writing a post that just disappeared somewhere in blog land. I'm taking it as a sign that it wasn't meant to be posted, but it's still frustrating. I was writing about my girl. Her heart. The impact all of this has had on her. And my prayer for her young life... That all of this chaos, this exposure to pain (both physically and emotionally) might shape her into a truly beautiful and compassionate young woman. Soft and strong. That she might move towards people that are sad and hurting with ease because she is not afraid of emotion or scared of physical ailments. That she might see the beauty of the Gospel woven throughout our family's story...when we are weak, He is strong.

The other day I overheard Piper sweeping in the other room. She became frustrated navigating around the dining room table and threw the broom down, discouraged. I was about to move in with my talk about patience and perseverance, when I heard her small voice praying, "God, I can't do this. Can you help me?" Her words mirrored the prayer that I pray outloud on a daily basis during trying moments. She is listening, she is watching, and, I pray, that she sees and encounters a very big God through all of this.


  1. Precious photo and a beautiful post. From these peaks into your world, I think your faith is fiercely strong and gaining a maturity far beyond your years. Hope you frame the photo. :)
    Diane Odiorne


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