Thankful can be a tricky thing to chase down.

But something holy transpires within us when we turn from thinking of thanksgiving as a response, and instead see it as command. Something we were created for.

While I was trying to teach my boys the importance of meeting people in their need and loving them to Jesus, they ended up teaching me something big, too.

I knew that something was terribly wrong the moment I opened the door to the microwave. I saw it, but could it really be?

Yes. Yes it could.

He walks through the door to find me sprawled across the sofa, yoga pants spattered in spit up and spaghetti sauce.

It is not at all where I expected to come face to face with the complete uprooting and overhauling of my motherhood. In fact you could say that I was completely blind-sided.

Finally I see him, and for the first time in days I forget about the call from the doctor telling me that I might have pre-cancerous cells on my cervix.