- 04/19/2012
Dying to Meet Him: Finally Coming Home
Sara Gabrielle Devenish went home to Jesus sometime in the early morning hours today. It was in her sleep and it was peaceful.
14 comments - 04/01/2012
Dying to Meet Him: Anorexia and Grace
There's been tension in my family starting 17 years ago, with this horrible disease named anorexia. It's unpredictable, sneaky, malicious, deceptive. I know the pain and hurt it's caused emotionally and psychologically, and I know I can never erase those scars.
- 03/30/2012
Dying to Meet Him: Limbo
Where do you want me to go God? Where do you want me to be? I long to rejoice at the feet of thee, to bask in thy radiance.
5 comments - 03/19/2012
Dying to Meet Him: The Spiritual Battle Inside
Lately I've seemed very mopey and less likely to turn to God but to others in my seemingly uncontrollable thoughts. A few praises, first: I can type and read and focus at certain periods of the day, I have a lot of friends praying for me, and I've gotten back in touch with old time friends.
6 comments - 03/11/2012
Dying to Meet Him: More Seizures and Feeling Like the Good Grinch
The past few weeks have been fraught with more signs and symptoms of declining health, plus a few seizures. Some of the worst losses are my motor skills, my ability to read and write and problems actually focusing.
6 comments - 02/26/2012
Dying to Meet Him: Sleepless Nights, a Blessing in Disguise
Lately, I've been having the worst trouble sleeping. It was frustrating at first, but then I remembered something my mom told me a while back. Every time she had a night of not sleeping well, each time she would wake up, she would pray for someone, and then she could return to sleep.
- 02/22/2012
Dying to Meet Him: To Live Is Christ, to Die Is Gain
I've been discovering what King Solomon felt like when he wrote Ecclesiastes. Meaningless, meaningless, everything (on earth) is meaningless.
3 comments - 02/21/2012
Dying to Meet Him: The Grieving Process
Despite all the praise I've been receiving for being so strong, I really am weak. The only strength I have right now is through my Savior, as days like today, my human body is just a shaky, weeping mess.
1 comments - 02/20/2012
Dying to Meet Him: Learning How to Die
"It's a role reversal. You're teaching me. You're teaching me ... how to die."
- 02/19/2012
Dying to Meet Him: God Turned My Fumble Into a Touchdown
Sundays are usually hard for me. No nurses or visitors come and my family is usually away. On a day that used to be full of Christian fellowship, I'm often left feeling lonely.
- 02/03/2012
Dying to Meet Him: I'm Dying and I Feel 'Dumb'
I was also very frustrated and angry with my mental decline. I used to be so intelligent and creative. Now my short-term memory is shot and I can only concentrate on something for a short period of time. I used to have a huge vocabulary and was so articulate. Now when I speak to people, I mix up words, forget words and drift off a lot. Basically, I feel dumb compared to the girl I once was.
2 comments - 01/31/2012
Dying to Meet Him: Are You Really Lonely?
Wow, God really showed me that I myself was beginning to get self-centered, wrapped up in my own head, thinking only of how awful I felt and how lonely I was. God really convicted me with that Facebook message, and I remembered in times of trouble, it's always good to look to God and then seek good company.
1 comments - 01/30/2012
Dying to Meet Him: Our Hope Is the End of the Story
After suffering yet ANOTHER small seizure yesterday (and throwing up all over the outside of my friend's car – so embarrassing!) this especially hit home today. I was internally bemoaning all my physical weaknesses and ailments, but after singing that song (guess God wanted me to hear Rock of Ages, not Nick!) I was again reminded of my Rock, my firm foundation, and my hope for "worlds unknown": eternity with my Lord!
- 01/27/2012
Dying to Meet Him: Coming to Terms With Losses
So the last seizure left me with fewer brain cells or something, but I can't focus enough to read much or write much without stopping, starting, stopping. I was afraid to write a journal entry yesterday because this is a new thing to me. Reading and writing – the two loves of my life, the two things that used to come so easily to me – are so hard now.
- 01/26/2012
Dying to Meet Him: How a 30-Year-Old With 1 Year Left to Live Thinks
This past hospital visit (Jan. 3-7), I was told that I am expected to live less than a year, maybe 6 months. I was released from the hospital to home hospice, where I do not intend to die, but to live my life as fully as possible for as long as it may be.
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