This has been weighing heavily on my mind ever since Sunday morning. We (I should say I), 'met' this little boy, Noah, in church on Sunday morning. As I was standing outside in the Narthex, there was a binder with pictures of this adorable boy and his parents meeting The Pope, and a basket of bracelets, and his story. So I read it. If you want to read the entire heartbreaking story, find it here.
And I felt myself being called yet again to children with cancer. I don't know why, I don't know for what reason, but I've had this call before. I need to do something about it, definitely pray about it, see where it leads. I told my husband before when the possibility of us moving to Memphis was on the table- I'd love to work for St. Jude's but it would break my heart, and I'd come home in tears every night. But, I was happily browsing the open positions there, and figuring out how my background fit into their openings. So even though it was going to hurt me, I wanted to do it so badly. I still do. Even though we are planted in central Indiana.