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Lantanas are such delicate little flowers. I love them and they love sunshine! Mix in the color yellow, and its a win, win situation!

Lantanas are such delicate little flowers. I love them and they love sunshine! Mix in the color yellow, and its a win, win situation!

A Child’s Desperate Need For Healing

As many of you know, I’ve been following the progress of a little boy in my community named Trey Freeman. He just turned seven, and he is in a battle for his life. The prognosis isn’t good. He has had two bone marrow transplants since he was born and now he needs a third. His little body has been put through so much with the poisonous cancer fighting drugs that I don’t know how much more he can take.

Daddy Jeremy and little Trey. Trey's spirit and faith show on his small face.

Daddy Jeremy and little Trey. Trey’s spirit and faith show on his small face.

Already, the doctors have had to remove his spleen and the cancer that was just in his blood is now attacking his skin. The problem is, the drugs for his blood make the skin worse and visa versa! This is in God’s hands; this battle won’t be won in the medical arena. I’m urging all my blogging friends to please remember to Pray for Trey! He has a special test tomorrow, and we need to see a miracle. I’m including the post his earthly daddy posted on FB. It is long, but please read it and ask God for a miracle.

Having a granddaughter that has battled cancer (and has won – she will officially be in remission on Dec. 28!), I feel so very much for what this family is going thorugh. I only know the daddy (professionally), but the outpouring from the community speaks volumes to their love, faith, heart and spirit.

Thank you! Darla

Jeremy Freeman
Warning! This is long, but important. Trey’s most critical blood test yet is coming up on Monday. Please rally prayer!
Trey's family all gathered around him before his spleen was removed. They live in Central Oklahoma, but his treatments are in Dallas, Texas.

Trey’s family all gathered around him before his spleen was removed. They live in Central Oklahoma, but his treatments are in Dallas, Texas.

For those who have been journeying with us, you will be familiar with the phrase “flow cytometry.” Trey has had several flow cytometry tests over the past 8 months. The flow cytometry test is the best way for us to see what kind of cells are in Trey’s blood stream.

As most of you know, the level of abnormal “bad” cells has been as high as 60% in Trey’s blood stream, but with the use of several different drugs and treatments since the transplant in December, the percentage of abnormal cells has been as low at 0.03%.

However, when the percentage got to 0.03 in the blood, that is when we started having problems with the bad cells infiltrating his skin. So, as we started treating the skin, this gave room for the bad cells to rise again in the blood. One drug would seem to help control the bad cells in the blood and other drugs somewhat help with the skin, but we cannot seem to control both the blood and skin at the same time. It truly has been a very frustrating journey. Just when we think we turn a corner, something else pops up.

The cancer is attacking his blood and now his skin

The cancer is attacking his blood and now his skin

When the last flow cytometry test was run a few weeks ago, the level of bad cells in Trey’s blood had risen back up to 20%. This, of course, was very concerning to our doctors and us. We had a long conversation with one of our doctors today. He is extremely anxious and interested to see what the flow cytometry test will reveal next week. If the percentage of bad cells is greater than 20%, our doctors will be very concerned about what step to take next. As our doctor said today, “We are running out of options.” Honestly, I am not sure what the next step will be if the level is above 20%. They may try Campath again, but as I mentioned above, Campath was one of those drugs helping the blood, but hurting the skin. I know our doctors do not want to do the next transplant with the percentage of abnormal cells that high in Trey, but we may be forced to proceed any way.

In spite of all he's going through, his smile shines forth of the love he has to give and is given.

In spite of all he’s going through, his smile shines forth of the love he has to give and is given.

If the percentage is 20% or less, we will all feel a little more optimistic about moving forward with the current plan of treatment, as we keep working toward the next transplant. So…the flow cytometry test on Monday is the most important blood test we have run yet on Trey. We DESPERATELY need the flow cytometry to show less than 20% of bad cells in Trey’s blood. Our doctor did tell me today that he expects the percentage to be higher than 20%, but we know that he does not determine that…GOD DOES! God is in control of everything happening with Trey, so whatever the result is, we know is His will for Trey. We have given Trey totally to the Lord.

We do ask for your prayers though. We plan to run the test on Monday and hope to know the results by Wednesday. These are critical times for Trey and we covet your prayers. Please rally any prayer support you can for Monday’s test.

His big sister makes him laugh; she donated the bone marrow for his transplant last December.

His big sister makes him laugh; she donated the bone marrow for his transplant last December.

I am asking…begging God daily for healing and long to have Trey back home with us…living life. I would give anything to see Trey healed on this earth. I would lay down my own life in a heartbeat so Trey could take up his…but it’s out of my hands and totally in the Lord’s. Please join us in asking God for a special dispensation of His grace on Monday.

Our God is in control and He is holding Trey!

Pray for Oklahoma

(all images from stock photos)

I’m an Oklahoman therefore I’m used to our severe storm season – a.k.a. Tornado Season. But nothing could prepare me for today’s storms that have claimed the lives of dozens and dozens of people, many of them children from the Plaza Towers Elementary School or the devastating amount of destruction that some are labeling as “the worst tornado damage in the history of the world.”

This shot is when the tornado was only about 1/4 mile wide (it would grow to 1 mile wide and slow down to 10 mph creating a very deadly combination).

This shot is when the tornado was only about 1/4 mile wide (it would grow to 1 mile wide and slow down to 10 mph creating a very deadly combination).

But as I sat crying for the children, teachers and parents of Plaza Towers Elementary, I was once again reminded of what makes this state so great – its people. The same people who rose to the call when our way of life was attacked by a madman or the ones who worked tirelessly in the aftermath of the past two tornadoes that took almost the same exact path as today’s horrific storm. The same people who sent aid to New York, New Orleans and survivors of Hurricane Sandy. A people who work, cry and heal together.

We are strong; we are Oklahomans!

We are strong; we are Oklahomans!

A child being rescued from one of the two schools completely destroyed by todays tornado. These two, Plaza Tower and Briarwood Elementary, were just two of five schools to suffer damage)

A child being rescued from one of the two schools completely destroyed by todays tornado. These two, Plaza Tower and Briarwood Elementary, were just two of five schools to suffer damage)

But we are not alone in the category of selfless people. Already teams are pouring in from all over the United States. And from our sister countries of Great Britain and Australia! To these people, I say thank you!

A small sampling of the total destruction.

A small sampling of the total destruction.

An image of Briarwood Elementary School

An image of Briarwood Elementary School

The image from Tower Plaza Elementary was like a war zone.

The image from Tower Plaza Elementary was like a war zone.

During times like this, my faith in people is always restored, renewed, invigorated. When things are at its worst, humankind always steps up. For this I am thankful. In the midst of heartache, there is love. In tragedy – kindness. In despair – hope.

A main highway, I-35, was littered with debris and vehicles when the tornado crossed it in Moore, Oklahoma.

A main highway, I-35, was littered with debris and vehicles when the tornado crossed it in Moore, Oklahoma.

I can not even begin to understand the why; why God allows things like this to happen. Some religious fanatics (not true Christ followers – nuts) would say its God’s punishment for some (fill in your own blank here). But even though we do live in a world full of sin and unspeakable acts, I know God has a plan and He uses these events for good rather than orchestrates them. I won’t get into a big theological debate here, because this is about the awesomeness of people, people God created. A people who have already given over $20,000 for relief in just a few short hours following the storm. A people who will work through the night, days, months and even years to help rebuild and restore communities, homes, lives.

At this point, the more than 1 mile wide tornado was wrapped in a debris cloud making it over 3 miles wide. This fooled people and motorist into thinking it was simply a large rain cloud, which they drove into.

At this point, the more than 1 mile wide tornado was wrapped in a debris cloud making it over 3 miles wide. This fooled people and motorist into thinking it was simply a large rain cloud, which they drove into.

I do ask that each and everyone of my blogging friends please remember to Pray for Oklahoma and her people. This will not be a short fix. The devastation will take much time to clean up. The lives will take even longer to rebuild and heal. Especially remember the City of Moore (and my small community of Newcastle) as this is the third time in 14 years that tornadoes have plagued these cities.

Pray for Oklahoma

Pray for Oklahoma

I thank you in advance for your prayers and your encouragement.

A Mother’s Day Letter

A letter to my mother.

Carleta Anne Selzler

Carleta Anne Selzler

What would I say to the woman who raised me and died when I was just getting to know her?

I really don’t know. The thoughts that come to my mind aren’t the happiest. My mother was an alcoholic and she was a mean drunk. My dad was an alcoholic as well and between the two, my childhood is full of horrors that no child should ever have to endure.

When I was in my late twenties and early thirties, God gave me a wonderful gift, the ability to completely forgive and love my mom (and dad). It wasn’t within my power, because there was a lot of pain associated with her (them) – so God had to do it. I was happy to hang on to my anger, bitterness and pain. But it wasn’t doing me any good and HE knew it.

So forgive I did, and love I did also. But just when I was getting to really know and love my mom, she died a very painful death associated with esophagus cancer. It was heartbreaking to watch her go through this pain, but I really gained a knowledge of who she was and what she did for me during it all, so here it goes.

Dear Mom,

I am so very sorry that we never had the chance to do mother/daughter things together. The few we did, while house hunting after we moved back to Oklahoma, were so much fun. You were a vibrant, intelligent and beautiful person. I wish that I had gotten to see more of that side of you instead of the person you became when alcohol entered the picture. I bet you were a lot of fun.

When you were sick and I was taking care of you, you looked into my eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry you have to do this (bathe her). I used to do this for you and now you are having to do it for me.” I remember telling you that it was okay, that it was my turn and at that moment, my heart melted and I loved you dearly!

You may have not been the perfect mom – but then who is – but you were MY mom and I miss you today! You did teach me some very valuable lessons on child rearing. The importance of hugs and kisses goodbye, the necessity for proper discipline, the importance of family dinners, how to keep a clean house – and most of all, that alcohol destroys families. You may not have meant to teach this last bit, but I learned it anyway – and because of that lesson, I never allowed it into my life.

I was so very angry at you for the harm you caused and for not protecting me from other unspeakable harms, but I am so looking forward to the day when we can catch up in heaven and do the things moms and daughters were meant to do. Of all the things I am thankful for, you turning to the Lord in your last days is one that I am most thankful for!

When I was suffering from PTSD, I realized that all my scars made me who I was at that moment, and that was the mother of my three beautiful daughters. Because of what I went through, I strived to NOT repeat a pattern of abuse that had gone on for generations. I may not have been anywhere close to perfect, but I did manage this one. Also, my scars made me more patient (not perfect) and more compassionate and for that, I thank you.

I am intelligent, creative a bit of a neat freak and I know that I inherited all these good qualities from you. So Thank you and I love you. Happy Mother’s day!

Pray for Trey

(all images provided)

Trey is an adorable little seven year old boy, who loves video games, putting puzzles together and his family.

Trey at six

Trey at six

Clowning with his big brother during a family photo shoot!

Clowning with his big brother during a family photo shoot!

He is also VERY sick. He has a rare autoimmune disease and now an even rarer form of Leukemia!

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Trey has gotten very good at putting together puzzles.

With his mommy, Emily

With his mommy, Emily

Trey needs all our FERVENT prayers and our help. The First Baptist Church in  Newcastle, OK (where Trey’s daddy pastors) is holding a bone marrow match search on Wednesday evening from 5-8 p.m.. He desperately needs a  non-familiar match for his third bone marrow transplant! If you live in the area are between the age of 18-44, please come and get screened. It is only a mouth swab to locate a suitable donor. If you don’t live in the area – PLEASE PRAY FOR HEALING!

A local group of 8th graders praying for Trey

A local group of 8th graders praying for Trey

I am too old, but I’m trying to do what I can by raising awareness of this need for a donor and for seeking more prayer warriors! As many of you know, my own granddaughter, Isabelle, is nearing the end of her treatment for Leukemia and will be considered in remission on December 28, 2013! I thank God and give Him all the praise for her healing, and I’m asking Him to bless Trey as well.

With the local Jr. High basketball team

With the local Jr. High basketball team

A local news channel did an interview and story on this, please visit the link below, it will touch your heart! If you can’t click on the link, please copy and paste in your browser, it will touch your hearts.

http://www.news9.com/story/22167269/doctors-family-help-7-year-old-newcastle-boy-fight-for-his-life

This is a post that his daddy, Jeremy Freeman posted on the Pray for Trey group page on Facebook. It is so hard to understand why this little guy has gone through so much. I know he has blessed so many people with his awesome faith and the faith and his positive outlook. AGAIN, PLEASE PRAY WITH A FERVENT HEART!

With his daddy, Jeremy

With his daddy, Jeremy

“The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear Him, and delivers them. When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears and delivers them out of all their troubles. (Psalms 34:7, 17).”

From Jeremy Freeman:

Trey Freeman was born on April 13, 2006. He was born with X-Linked Severe Combined Immunodeficiency Syndrome (also knows as the bubble boy disease/SCIDS). Two weeks after birth, he received a bone marrow transplant from his sister who is a perfect HLA-typed match. Trey did pretty good for about six years. Last fall (September 2012), Trey began to get really sick. It took our doctors some time to figure out what was happening to him, but they soon discovered that his sister’s cells had begun to act like a cancer in his blood, much like lukemia. He was diagnosed with a form of LGL (large granular lukemia). Our doctors have told us though that there is no other known case like Trey’s that they have been able to find. To develop LGL 6 years post transplant is unheard of…and Trey doesn’t even have true LGL, just a variation of it. There are few facilities and doctors that are even aware of this type of disease, much less treat it.

The first step was to get the abnormal, lukemia type cells, that were growing wild in Trey’s body under control. The next step was to condition him for another transplant (using chemotherapy). The final step was to have his sister donate bone marrow again and hope that it would work this time for good. 

Trey received his second bone marrow transplant on December 27, 2012 after ten days of chemotherapy preparation. His sister donated for the second time. Soon after the transplant, it was discovered that the abnormal cells had returned..they really never fully left. Our doctors began and have been working hard over the past several months trying to keep these fast growing abnormal cells under control. They have tried numerous types of treatments, all of which have slowed the growth, but not stopped it. They recently finally found a drug called Campath that is working, and getting these abnormal cells into remission. In spite of that, our doctors still believe that Trey will need another transplant…this time from an unrelated donor. The reason is that while they have been working to kill the bad cells, there has also been damage to the good cells. So, even if the bad cells were to stop growing right now, it is not likely that the good cells from the transplant would recover. There has just been too much damage. Trey will also have to have his spleen removed because the treatments are not destroying the abnormal cells that are residing there, and his enlarged spleen continues to plague him.

This is a very sweet and loving family. PLEASE PRAY FOR ALL OF THEM!

This is a very sweet and loving family. PLEASE PRAY FOR ALL OF THEM!


I have been doing as much research as possible on this situation. There is very little out there by the way. I found a doctor in Hershey, PA who is the one who discovered LGL. I contacted him, shared Trey’s story and put him in touch with our doctors. He is an expert on LGL, but he was quick to say that Trey does not have true LGL, therefore his situation is more complex. Here is a portion of an email he recently sent me after he talked to Trey’s doctor:

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“We discussed possible diagnoses and plan for treatment. This is not a typical patient with LGL leukemia for many reasons. Another possible diagnosis is hepatosplenic T cell lymphoma, which is often difficult to diagnose. We discussed the possibility of taking out the spleen for two reasons: 1. To help make an accurate diagnosis, and 2. To possibly help control the disease.
I did agree with the long term plan of another transplant with a full conditioning regimen. We also recently have made some progress in characterizing a “new” illness which looks like LGL but has an atypical clinical presentation and clinical course
There are some similarities with the illness that your son has, including the features of an aggressive clinical picture, considerable enlargement of liver and spleen and cells with the phenotype that your son has in the blood: ie CD3+CD56+. All 5 of the patients that we have seen like this have a mutation in a gene called STAT5.”

As you can see, Trey’s situation is unique and complex. As our doctor’s have said, “We are in uncharted waters.” By the way, I hate uncharted waters. So, right now, our doctors are working to get these abnormal cells into remission, then they plan to take out Trey’s spleen, and finally do chemotherapy and give him another transplant. It is essential that we find a matched donor to help Trey. We know God is in control and are asking him to provide an unrelated match to help aid Trey’s transplant process. Trey could have a transplant from a half match from me or Emily, but a full match is best. Please continue to pray for Trey, our family and our doctors. The next few months will be incredibly important. 

I know that’s a lot, and I hope it helps.

Prior to Trey's illness

Prior to Trey’s illness



“The Lord is good, a stronghold in the day of trouble, and He knows those who trust in Him.” -Nahum 1:7

Heartfelt Art

As many of you know, my eldest granddaughter, Isabelle, has Leukemia – AMPL to be exact.

The event had face painting; Isabelle opted for less is more.

The event had face painting; Isabelle opted for less is more.

She has undergone treatment and is in her second year of maintenance meds. So far, she hasn’t been sick even one time in the past year (we give God all the glory for that miracle). The only problem she has is when she is on her ATRA rotation of meds. ATRA, short for something I can neither pronounce nor spell, is basically high toxic levels of Vitamin A. When she is on this drug, she gets horrible migraine headaches. The kind that take a lot of pain pills, nausea medication, darkness and quiet to help her exist. Its not fun, but thankfully it is only 15 days out of every 90, and Rebekah thinks she only has two rotations left.

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But still, 15 days is a long time to a child, especially when something important is coming up like the annual Art With A Heart gala. Isabelle works hard, plans and anticipates this event all year. This year was to be her second year to have paintings entered into the auction. She had worked very hard on two paintings, a piece of craft art and several small pieces that were part of the large combination pieces that were to be cut up and sold off.

Bekah and Belle - two beauties

Bekah and Belle – two beauties

You guessed it; her 15 days fell exactly on the much awaited event. Thankfully, her doctor, understanding the importance of these events to children, allowed her to go off her meds for two days so she was able to attend without any pain or throwing up!

Hey Diddle Diddle

Hey Diddle Diddle

Her two main paintings were Hey Diddle Diddle, a piece that she envisioned from the popular nursery rhyme that instead depicted her sitting on a dock of a lake with a cow jumping over the reflection of the moon. The little dog, the cat and the fiddle and the dish and spoon were also there along with fireflies, trees and a tranquil night.

Isabelle with her creations!

Isabelle with her creations!

Her second piece was a self portrait, that looked remarkably like her complete with cute little freckles smattered across her little nose and bright blue eyes. This one was in an adorable frame decked out with colorful buttons that perfectly match her bright personality.

The evening began with a twilight limousine tour of downtown Oklahoma City and a red carpet entrance on the arm of a dashing OU football player. The OU and OSU Tri Deltas plan and host the event and basically spoil all the children to pieces.

Isabelle entering with her OU football player.

Isabelle entering with her OU football player.

Isabelle looked beautiful in her black and white frilly party dress; she had picked it out months ago and refused to wear any kind of outer covering for fear it would impede the view of the roses on the top of her dress – she is such a girl! Her mommy warned her that it might be quite cold (who can know for sure in Oklahoma?), but she was determined. So, with instructions “to not look cold” Belle entered the front foyer of Children’s Hospital without even the appearance of goose pimples! Such a trooper!

Making Ready

Making Ready

She was such a professional

She was such a professional

The Delta Girls loved her

The Delta Girls loved her

With daddy, mommy, brothers Mac and Ethan.

With daddy, mommy, brothers Mac and Ethan.

The night was a success; Isabelle was a hit with all the patrons – go figure. Two gentlemen in particular were very keen on being the ones to win the bids on her works of art. In the final moments, a last effort was made to top the bids for assured success.

Her art instructor has worked with her for two years. Her own son is a cancer survivor.

Her art instructor has worked with her for two years. Her own son is a cancer survivor.

Last minute bids

Last minute bids

Her self portrait was purchased by one older man whose own granddaughter was in her fifth year of Art With A Heart. He purchased her self portrait with the express purpose of returning it to Isabelle!

This gentleman kept returning to make sure he had the bid.

This gentleman kept returning to make sure he had the bid.

The winning couple with Belle's self portrait.

The winning couple with Belle’s self portrait.

Isabelle didn't understand that he wanted to give her back her painting. I think she thought he wasn't going to buy it.

Isabelle didn’t understand that he wanted to give her back her painting. I think she thought he wasn’t going to buy it.

Rebekah was brought to tears when the kind man gave Belle her painting back.

Rebekah was brought to tears when the kind man gave Belle her painting back.

The nursery rhyme painting and the beautifully crafted bowl of  pears were purchased from a young man and woman who has a daughter just one year younger that Belle. The wife survived cancer while she was pregnant with their daughter.

The couple who bought Hey Diddle Diddle. They have a daughter Isabelle's age and she is a cancer survivor herself! She was diagnosed with Lymphoma while she was pregnant.

The couple who bought Hey Diddle Diddle. They have a daughter Isabelle’s age and she is a cancer survivor herself! She was diagnosed with Lymphoma while she was pregnant.

The Pears have it!

The Pears have it!

As Isabelle was making ready to return home where she could dream of future art projects, limousine rides and pretty dresses, the second art patron returned to the hospital and presented Isabelle with her Hey Diddle Diddle painting. He said that he and his wife decided as they were driving away that they wanted this young beautiful artist to have her work back!

Isabelle was so touched by this couple's kindness when they decided to give her back her favorite painting!

Isabelle was so touched by this couple’s kindness when they decided to give her back her favorite painting!

It is times like these that I am glad that I am part of the human race!

If you would like to look at Isabelle’s art, go to http://www.artwithaheartock.com; click on Fletcher’s Corner and then the 2013 artist. You can even help support childhood cancer care and research by putchasing a reporoduction of Isabelle’s or another’s arts. There really are some fine pieces in the collection. Isabelle’s are numbers 16 & 17. If they don’t come up, wait a day or so and they should be uploaded. I was told that they were there today, but only the party pics were up.

This is my new tea mug. It is hard to see the whole scene, but I keep rotating it. Items like this and many more can be purchased at Fletcher's Corner to help in the fight against Childhood Cancers!

This is my new tea mug. It is hard to see the whole scene, but I keep rotating it. Items like this and many more can be purchased at Fletcher’s Corner to help in the fight against Childhood Cancers!

I have only picked up one piece so far, but am going to order more soon! I love my little Belly Dancer!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Hugs and KISSES and Everything In Between

This week’s photo Challenge was KISSES; I imagine this is in honor of Valentine’s Day.

But when I think of kisses, I don’t gravitate toward just the romantic kisses; I also take in all the sweet tender moments between family members.I am just as smitten with warm hugs and embraces of every kind.

A hug can as powerful as a kiss, it is the type of photos that I tend to get more often than not (except when I’m shooting a wedding, then there are enough kisses to fill a candy bowl). Here are a few of my favorite kisses, hugs and everything in between!

As usual, I have had trouble limiting myself, sorry!

Daily Prompt; That Stings – The Shack

I don’t usually grab onto the WP Daily Prompt – I usually can find enough stuff to babble or rant about without a prompt, but this one caught my attention.

It said to talk about the last book you read that bit or stung. Several come to mind, but the absolute last book I reread was The Shack by William P. Young.

Screen Shot 2012-12-28 at 9.51.52 AMThe Shack “is a metaphor for the places you get stuck, you get hurt, you get damaged…the thing where shame or hurt is centered,” Young said in an interview. We all have a shack in our lives, and as I read this, mine was shown to me in all its technicolor horror. Things that I had tried to bury in the far recesses of my mind dug its way up to the surface, reopening wounds that weren’t all that too well healed.

Then why would I encourage you to read this book? Because, while you are dealing with the pain of the protagonist and recalling your own bitter memories, you soon become transformed into the story and the healing that follows.

Yes, there is a lot of sadness, bitterness and grief in the pages of this NYT bestseller, but there is also unsurmountable joy, peace and above all healing.

As I cried with Mac over his own unimaginable tragedy, and shed tears over my own scars that have haunted me for nearly my entire 53 years, I began to hope. Hope for a better place than this horrid world we now live in. I also began to see that sometimes bad things do (more often than not) happen to decent people, and although I can’t (and probably never will) see the big picture, God knows, and I have to trust in His plan. This lesson was made crystal clear to me as was the ‘one piece of clarity’ that I gleaned from this particular reading – “Love without an agenda!” Wow, what a concept.

This nugget of wisdom first stung me greatly, because when I examined myself closely, I realized, that I always have some kind of an agenda. Whether it is something as benign as getting more hugs from my grands, I have an agenda. To love without an agenda is to understand the depth of God’s love, and to understand the depth He went to to ensure that none of us perish in this evil world. Sorry, didn’t mean to get preachy, but this book will change the way you look at God, Jesus , the Holy Spirit – The Trinity. This concept has always eluded me (and I was raised Catholic). If you struggle with the concept of the Trinity, The Shack might just help to solidify its reality in your mind.

Although The Shack was written as fiction, you cannot help but hope to dream that this encounter did truly happen, and that everyday people like you and me can actually physically wrap ourselves in the arms of Papa. I hope you will pick up a copy if you haven’t already read it, and if you have, maybe decide to reread it again. Some people get all wrapped up in the imagery of God as a robust black woman – but not me. For Mac to accept God, He had to appear in a form that Mac wouldn’t shy from. After all, we are ALL created in God’s image – so I imagine Him as a kaleidoscope of character and personality traits. But one thing is always constant: His love never waivers, never changes and He never apologizes for it. HE LOVES ALL OF US WITHOUT AN AGENDA!

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