as shown by two who defied death
It’s been a few days since I last wrote. But that’s okay. As much as I’d like to run after this 100 Days of Writing Challenge with all the unending steam I can muster, I believe sometimes we have to rest and let life sink in before we can fully pour out again.
The secret is to use that rest to propel us, not paralyze us.
As recently as Monday, I pled guilty to the former. But that’s what grace, and life lessons, are for.
If there’s anyone who should’ve rested, it’s Nabeel Qureshi. Diagnosed with Stage IV stomach cancer in his early 30s, this loving husband, father, and speaker passed days ago at just 34 years of age.
Read: “Why this Muslim-turned-Christian speaker resonated with so many before his death at 34″ in the Washington Post
This is a man who enlightened thousands struggling with truth, acceptance, and purpose from all different backgrounds; a gifted speaker who chose to claim the title of conqueror, not victim, proclaiming God’s love and goodness from his deathbed.
Despite horrifying pain physically and emotionally, having to say goodbye to his lovely wife and “perfect” (in his words) daughter, Nabeel is a man who encountered so many with God’s life-saving love even to his dying day.
“We have more technology to make us live longer, while most of us are merely existing. We need science on how to live well.” -Erwin McManus
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Yellow Conference, an annual gathering empowering creative women to become agents of good, has come and gone, but this question from communication pro Holley Murchison sticks with me still:
“What do you value?”
Value. A word that bears such importance, yet impotence, all at the same time.
Over my 30 years, the v-word has been assigned to money. “What’s the value of this car?”; “a depreciating value”; and so on. Of course a word this weighty would come to be commoditized.
As we get older, however, and we begin to question the intention behind our choices, this word takes on a deeper meaning. Deep questions require deeper dives: Continue reading →
In times like these, I wish for a replica of me.
To type my assignments and still watch my niece twirl with ease.
Stand smiling with friends at church while dancing with my parents at theirs.
Most days drum to the mundane, but the busy ones demand a decision. And every second, time slips by, paid to our priority of choice.
It’s on these days this thought arrests my mind: am I rightly directing my time?
In January 2017 I was diagnosed with an endometrioma on my uterus, 4.8 cm in size. I, along with my awesome community, believed for a miracle: complete healing. A follow-up with an award-winning OB/GYN told me what we hoped for: the mass was no longer there. I took a step to share this miracle online, even with a lingering suspicion that it wasn’t truly gone.
But as of today, May 12, I’ve got news.
The mass is back.
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When I endured those unfortunate years of teenage angst (or rather, when they endured me), it was stanzas that would stand by my side. Poetry is not the first friend I think to call, but sometimes I get so taken by thought or emotion, I can’t help but pick up my pen again.
As I write from this coffeeshop now, I notice that my poetry parallels my thought process. Run-on sentences transition to rhyme. Thoughts, once scattered, settle. Not sure if there’s an actual term or poet who writes like this but… here I am, take a big whiff! Continue reading →
Careening down the freeway full speed, heater on, and windows down gifted me an elation I thought was lost. As the sun streamed through my glass pane, I finally felt it: joy. Peace.
It’s crazy how much an ailment can knock you down, both physically and emotionally. Bed-ridden for the better part of four weeks, everything from my sinuses to those simple pleasures in life fell to a standstill. And if that weren’t enough, my first big project of the new year and big interview slapped me with one rejection after another faster than Netflix can queue up your next episode of FRIENDS (which, by the way, has 236 episodes. Brace yourselves.).
But I refuse to subscribe to superstition. 2016 was not a bad year in total, and neither will 2017 be, despite how it started off. Every month, day, moment is one more opportunity to grab life by its poppers and explode with glitter.
“Have you ever, felt this glitter in the air?”
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With the recent deaths of Carrie Fisher, Alan Thicke, and so many other influencers, I got to thinking about why celebrity deaths impact our hearts even if we didn’t personally know them. I came to two conclusions:
- They fully claimed, owned, and lived out what made them unique, and they did it well.
- They were remarkable human beings to know.
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