I am not a big fan of Facebook. Actually, I am rather neutral to Facebook. I don’t know enough about it to either be a fan or not.

But Patti shares information periodically that she sees on Facebook. I have laughed and cried at some of the items. Actually because I am human, I think I probably have experienced the entire range of emotions.

But if there is anything I do realize about Facebook is that it is personal. How much a person wants to share on Facebook is entirely up to them. Individuals can be as open or as guarded as they are comfortable. I have seen some postings that baffle me how someone could share that “kind of ” information.

And, sometime these personal postings can create more of a community than an individual may have thought possible.

Here’s an example. Our daughter, Casey, was a nanny for over a year. Daily, she took care of the needs of two magical boys in central Texas. I have written about these two guys in fighting damien before. Kaedon and Brady are two young boys that bring tears of joy whenever I see their pictures, or Patti shares with me their latest antics. A younger brother, Mason, has joined them. There is not one picture of Mason that I have seen where he is not smiling. Three of a kind and the parents, Jess and Mike, and you have a full house. That trumps!


Recently, a friend of the family was blessed with twin sons. Liam and Ryan were born at 24 weeks, quite a bit early. Carrie and Craig are as attentive and devoted to these two little ones as any loving set of parents could be. Periodically, Patti shares with me Facebook pictures and postings of Liam and Ryan as they progress with their stay in the hospital. They are gaining strength and moving toward that day when Carrie and Craig can take them home.

Along with my own grandson, Carter, I pray for these little ones about daily. They are so full of life and hope and promise. I don’t know these kids very well, but with Patti’s and Casey’s help, I sure feel like I do.

The other day I met with an exercise trainer. He’s helping me to start a program that will help me escape a sedentary lifestyle. With the cancer, I need to be much more active than I am.

When I came home, I stood next to a wooden plaque that my friend, Joe, gave me when I was first diagnosed. I look at this plaque about every day. Here’s what it says:

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

It’s Jeremiah 29:11.

When I looked at this yesterday, instead of thinking about what the Lord may have in store for me, I thought of Jeremiah 29:11 as a promise for those precious little boys. I may have a sense of what this promise holds, but these little fellas are full of living right now. Two are working to leave the hospital. Three are fully boys, deep in childhood and enjoying life to the fullest.

For me, it is a source of comfort to know that God has promises for us all, and always has, whether we’re older and grappling with cancer, or other issues, or young children filled with today’s laughter.

It’s moments like these that make my days truly magical.