I never visited her blog before, until someone I followed shared one of her posts and it showed up on my wall. I clicked over, I can’t remember why. It may have been the post title or the post photo, or perhaps a call to pray, but I know I will never be the same.
What I found was a woman in love with Jesus, her family, her tribe and yet suffering from unimaginable pain and an unknown future, at least on this earth. I keep going back to her blog, to read her words, ever so life-giving and encouraging in the midst of her own pain. I get updates about her condition, so I can pray and share her story so that others will pray. I weep for this woman that I will never meet this side of heaven. I weep for her family that are looking in the face of Heaven invading their earth. I weep because her story gives me the courage and strength to face my hard places, yet compared to her own do not appear hard at all. Yet she faithfully and continually encourages my heart, leaning into her own hard and reminding me that He is with me, no matter what.