if you ever want to know where to find me when I’m sad or stressed (all four of you), a good place to start is Umstead State Park. It’s peaceful, free of distractions, and beautiful.
That’s the spot from which I wrote this.
Sometime earlier today, Anne sent me a short text with a picture attached.
It was a big clump of hair.
It actually wasn’t the first clump I had seen – the hair loss started a day or two ago – but this one was considerably larger, and it triggered a wave of sadness in me that I haven’t been able to shake.
So I came to Umstead to run it out, pray it out, cry it out.
I had more written at this point, but I’m going to stop here. More tears. And I know my God cares…
Psalm 56:8 “You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your book?”
I hate cancer.
facing the thief 
And the footprints in the sand go from two pair to one….He’s carrying you…
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2 thoughts come to the front of my mind instantly when i read this
1st-Luke 12:7 (NIV)
Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows……….
2nd-I have a Maker
He formed my heart
Before even time began
My life was in his hands
I have a Father
He calls me His own
He’ll never leave me
No matter where I go
He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
And He hears me when I call
Cry, run, rest in the Lord, Van. He knows you well
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