Welcome! Perhaps you’re here because you suspect a difficult diagnosis. Perhaps you have had a loved one die of this disease. Perhaps you are a friend of mine. My hope is that somehow you will leave encouraged and get a brief glimpse of the One who keeps me going through dark and through day.
Attributed to Tecumseh: "When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”
Just Like Home
I don't remember how it all began The light the change the gentle hands But slowly I woke up and I called this home A mistake anyone could have made
And I slept under the stars and I swam in a sea of lights and I saw the sun rise above the soft curve of the earth
And I loved the power pulsating through the harness and the reins And I loved the salt spray in my face And I dared to call this home A mistake anyone would make
I sat back and felt the sun on my face While zeal and valor called my name Courage steadied her aim Victory crowned me her own And I am forever changed
I am not home Though I have thrown my head back and loved I was born into a battle And I wage my war through song And when I find that I must die This dust and these bones and my tired flesh Will march home as a hero singing my victory song
And new blood will pulse through my veins And I will finally see what He looks like And it will all fit together just like home
And I will remember the battle And what I had called home and what had made me homesick And all my treasured loves When my heart was not yet big enough The beauty so raw it hurt when I couldn't yet see half the whole mistakes everyone has made