by Elaine Olsen | Aug 15, 2011 | cancer, cancer volume 3, living God's truth, surrender, trust
Two things I know for certain as I begin this week: 1. My emotions and the feelings attached to them aren’t reliable; they are ever-changing. 2. God and his Word are reliable; they never change. In regards to number one, I’m in menopause … an induced menopause due to...
by Elaine Olsen | Aug 8, 2011 | cancer, cancer volume 3, faith, peace, words
Lumps and bumps. I’ve been feeling them for awhile now. One in particular along my scar line. Left side. Hard and pronounced. Enough to warrant my concern. Accordingly, another trip to Cape “Hope” today where the oncologist pronounced me as “fine.”As quickly as he...
by Elaine Olsen | Mar 21, 2011 | cancer, cancer volume 3, faith, knowing God, living God's truth, Scripture, strength
I remember the day he broke my heart. After a week long vacation of exploring his neck of the woods and getting to know his family, he told me we were “over.” The next morning he drove me to the airport and put me on a plane headed north, back to my parents. I was...
by Elaine Olsen | Mar 8, 2011 | breakfast on the beach with Jesus, cancer, cancer volume 3, faith, living God's truth
Do any of you ever go back and read some of your old blog posts? If you’ve been blogging for a season or two or ten, then I imagine you’ve collected a few hundred by now. I don’t often re-visit my own. I’ve printed them off and organized them in three-ring binders...
by Elaine Olsen | Mar 1, 2011 | a quick word, cancer, cancer volume 3
(snuggling with her Snuggie tonight) To all of you friends and family that have been in prayer for Elaine, I want to let you know that the news of the day has all been good. After an early morning surgery to have her ovaries removed and a couple of hours in recovery,...
by Elaine Olsen | Feb 25, 2011 | cancer, cancer volume 3, faith, family fun, letting go, living God's truth, out of the mouths of babes, parenting, surrender
I watched her out of the corner of my eye. Tears were forming in hers. We’d just settled into our evening watch of American Idol when I noticed her sadness. The “boys” present in the room shrugged it off as insignificant. Boys are like that sometimes, not seeing past...
