miraculous in more than one way…

I will say that through my wellness journey, I have thought often how there are miraculous moments….most of them being when I stand on the scale!

But lately I have been thinking about how the transformation process of a body from obese to healthy is miraculous in more than one way.

Tonight, I keep thinking about my measurement results of a few weeks ago…

It is true that I have been working hard in weight training and nutrition and my commitment paid off with decreased numbers….

But what is amazing is how proportionality the numbers decrease.  Not only on both the right and left side but also from the neck, arms, wrists, chest, waist, thighs, calves, and ankles!

And so, today as I biked and lifted and walked on the treadmill, I smiled and was in awe that my knees are knobbier and in God’s amazing design, my body remains proportionate, even as it changes.

Life is filled with mystery….

In the last week I have been surrounded with children and life….

I can still hear their voices, see their smiles, remember the conversations….

I have many pictures to remind me and it all brings me a feeling of happiness.

Tonight, I find myself wondering more about those who are grieving and struggling.

I posted a comment on my friends page as they honor the two-year anniversary of her husband’s death. I wonder how you do that with four little kids who miss their Daddy….

I know three people sorting out a new diagnosis of Cancer and others who are facing daily he effects of a disease that ravages the body and spirit in a sometimes cruel way. I wonder what they will need from the community that surrounds them. I envision faces of those close to me who struggle with substance abuse and drug addiction….I wonder how we do as individuals, neighborhoods and Churches when those around us find their worlds crumbling?

I know others who are waiting on information from medical tests and treatment plans. Those who wonder with each phone call or dread the drive to the doctor because the last visit changed life as they knew it….

I know of those who were aware that death was near and yet the absence of their loved one seems like a void that they will never get used to….

I find that I can feel irritable by the heat or discouraged by the scale or unsure of what tomorrow holds….but then I remind myself of how much I do have… I make a decision to choose to be grateful for all I have. I don’t want to forget how blessed I am. And if my life changed drastically tomorrow, I would likely understand this song at an even greater level….

My heart goes out to many whom I care for and love….

May you feel the embrace of God in the arms of His people!

I leave you with the lyrics of a beautiful song heard often on the radio these days.  Laura Story: Blessings

We pray for blessings, we pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering
All the while, You hear each spoken need
Yet love us way too much to give us lesser things
Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops?
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near?
What if trials of this life
Are Your mercies in disguise?
We pray for wisdom, Your voice to hear
We cry in anger when we cannot feel You near
We doubt Your goodness, we doubt Your love
As if every promise from Your Word is not enough
And all the while You hear each desperate plea
And long that we’d have faith to believe
Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears?
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near?
And what if trials of this life
Are Your mercies in disguise
When friends betray us, when darkness seems to win
We know the pain reminds this heart
That this is not, this is not our home
It’s not our home
Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears?
And what if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near?
What if my greatest disappointments
Or the aching of this life
Is the revealing of a greater thirst
This world can’t satisfy?
And what if trials of this life
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are Your mercies in disguise?

August 1, 2003 began it all….

It was August 1, 2003 that I walked into an office at 5 mile and Plainfield and wondered what I would do with every upcoming day. I remember that as a first thought and am thankful to say, it has not been much of a thought, since that day….

Today I am thankful that Visiting Angel’s has been able to  serve West Michigan for 8 years. I want to share with you why I felt convicted, way back then, to leave my full-time adoption job and venture into business ownership…(taken from our brochure). I carry the same vision and passion today. I am so thankful that God has given me the opportunity to work in my area of passion. I know many who long for that….I am reminded again of my deep thankfulness to serve daily in an area which encourages quality of life and hope!

When Trish was working in the church she observed both people with many needs and many people wanting to meet those needs. She also noticed a lack of a strong bridge to connect them. While working with hospice, Trish witnessed a great value for the quality of life — at the end of life.
Visiting Angels of West Michigan was borne out of Trish’s vision to create that bridge between people with needs and those with the desire to serve. That vision is fueled by her passion for quality of life — at all stages of life. She leads an office staff and a team of Caregivers who desire to honor the individual and encourage those precious moments of quality by walking along those in need.


I am thankful for the community with whom I serve…I am thankful for the community that we serve…

I am thankful for more than 1000 families in West Michigan who have entrusted their loved one’s to our care.

I am changed because of the many stories I hear

…. stories of deep love and compassion

…. stories of struggle, mystery and confusion

…. stories of laughter, love and deep commitment!

My story is enriched by every story I hear in my work with Visiting Angels. I am convicted every day that even when aging, ill, weak, tired or weary, the voice of the care recipient must be heard. I will advocate for that as long as I have breath!