Remember Randall

My prayer life can border on the morose at times. For instance, I thank God every evening when we lay our head on our pillows when I realize He’s allowed our family to avoid devastation that day. Luke and I have walked through enough tragedies with those we love – and experienced a few ourselves – to understand that life often turns on a dime. With a phone call, a doctor’s visit, a confession –  an otherwise boring day can suddenly become the one when our world slips from its axis.

Girls, the ground is shaking beneath our friends, The Blacks.  Randall, wife Jenny, and three girls Alicia, Allison, and Lindsey – are beloved members of our community and one of the most fun families ever.  Alicia is a high school senior. Allison is in 8th grade with my oldest son. Lindsey is one of my daughter’s besties. I can barely stand to type it, but Randall – age 39 – has just been diagnosed with Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease. It is a very rare, fatal, brain disorder with no known cause or cure. It only strikes 1 in 1 million people in the U.S. each year.

Needless to say, this family as well as the ones who love them are rocked to the core. But I praise God that though the earth be shaken, their foundation is firmly in Christ. Jenny told me that “their family is holding to their faith and that Randall is happy and not worried. Not at all. He believes He will be healed and if he is not, he is not afraid to die.”

Friends, this disease is fatal. I’m not talking fatal in a few years but within months of onset. He has been ill since May. As Jenny said to me, it is crunch time. I am reminded of Hezekiah when he became ill and the Lord told him he would not recover.  Hezekiah wept bitterly and prayed to the Lord for deliverance and for the sake of His Name, God extended his life.

 The Lord has promised in His Word that we can approach his throne boldly.  So it is in this assurance I now approach the Most High God with my request.  Please dear God, for the sake of your Great Name, I beg of you – heal Randall.   It’s never been done before.  So many are watching fully aware that people from everywhere in the area are petitioning the throne on Randall’s behalf.  Dearest Lord, because I believe you are a God of wonders, won’t you exhibit your fame once more in a fabulous display of regenerative, restorative, not- even-a-sign-he-was-ever-sick healing?  God, I know you can.  Do this, God.  One more time, will you do this?  Will you set the sun back for this family and lengthen the days they can enjoy one another and praise your mercy and lovingkindness?  I’m pleading with you Lord, Our Healer, blow us away.

I know there are so many things you are asked to pray for daily but I am pleading with you to storm the throne on this one.  Ask the Lord to heal this man.  Ask Him to uphold Jenny and the girls with His strong, capable right hand.  Ask Him for a display of His Splendor on this mountain that will make the cover of medical journals world-wide. 

I will be forever and ever grateful if you would be so kind as to write your prayer for this family in the comments.  {Edited to Add:  If it isn’t a privacy issue with you, would you please also note which state or country you represent? THANKS!}  Jenny gave me permission to ask for you to intercede on their behalf and I know that now the prayers of God’s people are all that sustain her family.  I know she will be so grateful to know this news has escaped our community and that people all over this nation – and I’m going to go big here and say WORLD – will be uttering her husband’s name to the Creator of it.   I’m thanking you in advance for being a people of good works who will stand shoulder to shoulder with suffering brothers and sisters in Christ.

To give you a visual, this is Randall riding my daughter on Lindsay’s horse in early June.  He was only just beginning to feel poorly here.  This was at another dear friend, Alayna’s, birthday party. He led the kids on horseback in the blazing sun for hours because that’s just the kind of guy he is.   

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This is The Girl’s birthday sleepover from early September. Lindsey is second from the right. I can’t even wrap my mind around how my daughter would accept losing her daddy. Lindsey doesn’t understand all that is going on so please pray for all the girls – but maybe say an extra for this precious one.


Much love to you all,


Home is Good

Luke and I returned to the Promised Land last night and though we had a fabulous time with our friends in Florida (say that 5 times fast), it is undescribably wonderful to be back at home with the kids and sleeping in our own cushy bed.

I intended on writing an uplifting, fun-filled post after all the heaviness around here the past few days, but my plans have changed. I am on my way to see my uncle Ken who has suffered a severe stroke. He had one a few years back from which he has recovered relatively well. This second one is serious and I don’t yet know the long-term implications of it. He is not even 50 years old and so this has been such a shock to all of us that such a young man could be experiencing these problems. Ken is dear to me and at an earlier point in my life was as close as a brother. Years have passed, some things have changed, and I don’t get to see him often. It’s moments like these I get so angry with myself for letting my crazy life get in the way of seeing people I love when they are well instead of lying in a hospital bed. So, if y’all think of it, please whisper a prayer for his healing.

In better news, I received my package of Spectacular Sins books! I’m almost finished reading mine. It’s so heady but will definitely reaffirm our confidence in God’s control over every event that takes place on this earth. If you haven’t entered the giveaway yet, go here now! You have until tonight. I’ll announce the winners tomorrow and give the rest of you a link to order your book so you can be reading between now and January when we begin our discussions.

BTW – I’ll be announcing another giveaway on Monday for some light-hearted reading that you will love! {Hint: The books are in my right sidebar..}

Have an awesome weekend!

p.s. I swear I hope none of y’all read this post when it was entitled, “Better him than me..” When I began it I was about to write about something Luke did on vacation and I ended up talking about my poor uncle. Better him than me? I’m an OGRE! It’s okay to laugh. Ken would. :))

Oh How I Love Me a Banquet

UPDATE: Thank you so much for your prayers and sweet emails of encouragement! The banquets are now over and I can not express to each church whom I was blessed to serve this weekend how much I enjoyed spending the time with you. I love God’s Word more than life and it is a privilege to open it wide and meditate on its wonders together.

Praying God’s blessings on each and every one of my new girlfriends I met this weekend!


Just popping in for a moment because I am majorly coveting your prayers!

I am so excited that in a few hours I’ll be heading to my friend, Lisa-Writes’, church to speak at their women’s banquet. The theme absolutely rocks – Taste of Italy. I can’t wait to see what all they’ve done to incorporate that into the night. Don’t you just love being a woman? You would think at some point that one church’s banquet would more or less look like another’s but I’ve yet to be disappointed at how each groups unique personality shines in their women’s events.

Tomorrow afternoon I’m headed over to speak for my girlfriend Carrie’s church. Several of the women there are great ballfield friends and a few even attended our church’s retreat a few weeks back. There is nothing like living in a community where there is truly sisterhood among the churches. I love these girls and can not wait to hang out with them for the night!

So back to the prayer. I always get nervous. Always. Would you pray that the Lord Jesus settle His Spirit over mine? That He would envelope my words with His? That the girls at these two events would leave infused with a little more courage to be Steady Ones for those coming along behind them? I feel the power of prayer when I’m trying to communicate a message God has placed on my heart but I’m also aware of the confusion that Satan uses for interference. Pray I’d be clear-headed and focused and that my heart would not fail. As anxious as I can get in my humanness, there is one promise to which I cling – I can fail but God can not. I believe in Him for a modern-day Pentecost where women will hear in their language what their spirit needs to be energized.

Thank you in advance for the prayers I know you’ll whisper on my behalf. What a wonderful group of girlfriends you are!

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