Blessing

We were baptized last week,

All seven of us,

Beneath the water of a Texas lake,

Rejoicing beneath the wonder of God's grace.

The Lord is filling our lives with blessing.

Yes... with sorrow, and anxiety, and fear for the future.

But also with blessing.

Loved ones have coming from across the country to visit us and help us.  

People call and write, and send their love.  

I cannot begin to express my gratitude 

for all of the thoughts and prayers sent our way. 

 Thank you!  

We are blessed beyond measure.

And every evening we rest, beneath the spell of spirit-led music, 

touched by the warmth God is covering us with,

 folded tightly against his peace, 

finding it is best to be still.

He is leading us.... and he is blessing us.

For more updates on Mom's condition and progress, visit the new blog... Bless Bonny.

I Don't Know What To Say

My fingers rest over the keys, wanting to speak, wanting to share....

But afraid, somehow, of speaking the words.

But I do want to share.  I want to tell you.



My mother has cancer.



There, I said it.  It is a rare form, a form the doctors aren't sure how to treat, and it has spread far and wide.


My world should be falling apart.  Truly it should.

But it is not.  It is not.  I'm am held tight in the hands of God.  As surely as the sun will rise tomorrow, I shall rise tomorrow.  As surely as the sun will set, I will lie down and be at peace.

Listen to our latest song.  It is the song of my heart.

They can't stop me, they can't rob me, of this peace You've overflowed.  They can't drown me out.  They can't stop this sound.  No. No. No.

Pray for us.  Pray for my Mom, that her pain will fade, and she will find rest, that she will not fear.  Pray that we will be given peace, and the courage to trust.

-Emma & Johanna

Thinking of Mother...

and the blessing of her love...

Of her heart, of her tireless efforts

and passionate pursuit...

Of showing us God's heart

And teaching us his way

And making us his.

Our thoughts are on our mother,

and our hearts press prayers toward heaven.

Dear God, in all things, let your will be done.

-Emma and Johanna