There once was a woman, a wife, a mother, a teacher, a writer, a child of God. In that order.
She was interrupted. It was a lightning strike.
(Your chances of that happening are like your chances of being stru—)
Lightning: March 8th, in the middle of teaching a class.
A brain tumor.
After the strike and in the singed landscape, the woman noted what remained:
a child of God
a teacher, who sometimes wrote about the lightning.
In that order.
29 days she waited for them to cut open her head. Sometimes she joked about the doctors taking her unwritten stories; mostly she cried and reached for the strong arms of her husband and the stronger arms of God. Kindnesses settled on her like quilts: her family and friends, the prayers of strangers.
45 days she waited to hear the word.
Thank you, LORD.
April 23, 2018, Benign.