I Don’t Want This Life
It was the second Monday in September when we got the call that our room was ready at the Ronald McDonald House (RMDH) of Dallas. So, we packed up the car and hit the road for what would be...
More Than…
“ Mrs. Harris, we need you to come back to Dallas immediately—and be prepared to stay, if necessary.” It was Thursday morning, and we had just returned home from Dallas less than 12 hours earlier. In addition to Sammy’s regular...
One Day At A Time
One day at a time. I find myself repeating this phrase more often each day. Since our last trip to Dallas, it seems as though time hit fast forward and all of a sudden here we are, making final...
Peace Like A River
Quiet. It was still silence as Mike and I rode the shuttle from the hotel to our consultation at Dallas Children’s Medical Center. We exchanged glances back and forth, sharing acknowledgement that this was the appointment we’d been waiting...
Holding in; Holding up; and Holding on
You can’t break me. That’s what I kept thinking as I sat with my clenched jaw and tightly grasped hands. It was another appointment that seemed destined to strip me bare like a wire cruelly exposed to the elements,...
Sam I Am
Baby Harris has a first name! We named him Samuel, but not after a Dr. Seuss book. This Samuel comes from the book of Samuel in the Bible because I felt a connection with his mother Hannah. I know...
Wholeheartedly Blessed by YOU!!!
What started out as a simple Facebook post to inform our friends and family of the results of a recent ultrasound and to ask for their prayer support, revealed the depth and breadth of your own hearts with hundreds of...