I have always been a writer.  For most of my life I haven’t written for people to read.  I put pen to paper because I was made in the image of a God who used words to call this world into existence, and He used words to call me to Himself.  Before I was formed in my mother’s womb He breathed into me a mind and heart for reading and writing.  Out of all the talents He could have given He chose a spirit that yearns to take twenty-six symbols and turn them over and over again into pages of what I’ve never considered an ordinary story.  Once in a while, when I would let them slip out into the universe, people told me what I wrote was a gift and asked me if I would please do it more.   I’m just now barely brave enough to put my name on it.




A Bruised Reed and The Broken Way. A Team Danica Update

A Bruised Reed and The Broken Way. A Team Danica UpdateI’m sitting in a hospital recliner facing my Danica’s bed in the PICU at Johns Hopkins Children’s Center. She is resting comfortably, but I don’t want her to open her eyes and not see me here. She was in surgery for over six hours today. Just before 8 am I followed the anesthesia team into […] Read more...

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"Start with the soul and perhaps the temporal gifts I want to exercise will have their chance; and if they do not, I have the best in my hands already, the only thing really needed.  God must be in all my work."  --Flannery O'Connor

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4 Comments on A Bruised Reed and The Broken Way. A Team Danica Update

  1. Rhinda Hayden
    December 1, 2016 at 1:02 am (5 days ago)

    Teary for you and for us! Yet these truths are precious! Rejoicing with you that the cross has changed everything! Praying for all of you and especially for Danica right now! Thank you for sharing and for continuing to uplift us!

  2. Cindee Snider Re
    December 1, 2016 at 1:51 am (5 days ago)

    Oh, Friend, I’ve been living a sham too – pushing through, resolutely marching on, listening through gritted teeth, stuffing frustration, swallowing exhaustion, willing my tongue to be still, but it spills over, seeps through, bleeds onto everything and everyone I touch. We are a mess. And I’ve been hiding. Tonight I came clean with God – opened my hands, not wanting, but needing, to relinquish control. Again. Still. These days can’t be about what I want or think I need. Because they are all about and for Him. His plans. His way. In His time. Recognition or not. Hurting heart or not. He must increase. I must decrease, but this cross is heavy. Rending flesh. Breaking to the marrow so others may be fed. Hard, but right in His inside out, upside down Kingdom. He is asking me to listen without opinion, where I’m quick to speak, to follow when I want to lead, to release and hold loosely what I’ve been clenching in my hands, to allow the tears to soften the brittle soil of my heart. And here…where I least expect it…peace rains soft and sweet. And here in the quiet of this long night, we gather across the miles in this small space – you at the bedside of your Brave Warrior, me in a houseful of teens/early 20s wrestling with illness and faith. Here in this carved-out space, my Friend, is grace. <3

  3. Angie Fette
    December 1, 2016 at 2:10 pm (5 days ago)

    I know many many parents of chiari and EDS little ones have felt this way at one time or another, or many times. I personally have 3 little ones with EDS and feel personally responsible for giving it to them. I have chiari and while none of them have been diagnosed with it yet, I am just waiting for that shoe to drop. 1 has pretty bad stenosis and is close to chiari 0, and just waiting for the symptoms to become bad enough to warrant the diagnosis. So I get it. But you are not alone and you are completely normal in feeling this way. It is ok. You’d be abnormal if you didn’t feel this way. But we are here with you. I am a Reiki Master as well as a Christian. I have prayed and sent much love, prayers and energy to you and your precious little one. We will continue to be with you, as is the Lord through this journey. Staying strong for her doesn’t mean not breaking down. It means being there and never leaving her. She knows you are there and always will be. God bless dear Mama. You are doing a wonderful job.

  4. Tatia Cook
    December 1, 2016 at 4:38 pm (5 days ago)

    Praise God for “Exceeding, abundantly above”! You’ve been on my mind and in my prayers.

    Thank you, Monica, for your honesty. I am almost undone by it…your words are encouragement to be real to this weary soul. Prayers continuing.


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