“Remember And Rest In The Secret And The Sacred”

Kristin Hill from Go and Tell No One

Dearest Readers,

Coffee and Reflections is a newish monthly post that will come near the end of each month. Sort of a catch-all of the grace in my ordinary moments living well with Chronic Illness. I do hope you will join me.

February is one of those months that teases us with thoughts of spring and then reminds us it is still winter. After days of sunshine and warmth, a cold winter rain has settled over The Wilderness Place. In the distance, Bradford Pear Trees have bloomed in full glory, mounds of fluffy white, dancing and swaying to a song I feel deep in my soul. I am drawn to their beauty and take them as the promises they are. Spring. Summer. Warmth. Sunshine. Bloom after bloom, buzzing with bees, and grace upon grace.

February has been a full month, I have aged another year, shrunk three-quarters of an inch, and written a book.

Yesterday was our yearly trek to Duke Dysautonomia Clinic, a trip that guts me physically and emotionally. Reflections of the past five-plus years play on a reel, round and round. The first visit, my Sweet Man pushed me through the doors and down the long hallways in a wheelchair. To say I looked lifeless as a ragdoll is an understatement.

Dianna Michelle Harris, NP, gave me the best gift of words near the conclusion of my visit. She said, “Tammy, I believe what makes you different in this suffering is your faith.”  Her words are true. Had I walked this story without faith in God, I would have long since given up.

To all of you who may be suffering in your hopeless wilderness place, I want you to know there is hope in faith. Hope and peace come in the wilderness with your faith in God. In the seen and the unseen. The answered and the unanswered.


Tomorrow, I will sit among the weary and broken in my neurologist’s office. I pray for courage and boldness to share my faith.

I may not have physical healing, but what I have, is so much more.

In the book of Acts, we see Peter as he comes upon a lame man. Each day, the lame man was laid at the Beautiful Gate to beg. I love Peter’s words when he happens upon the lame beggar:

 But Peter said, ‘I don’t have silver or gold, but what I do have, I give you: In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, get up and walk!'”


Today, I will continue edits on my soon to be released book, Mornings In The Word. Mornings In The Word is a small devotional that I hope encourages you and other women to spend time alone with God. The book came into being from the Secret and Sacred place with God, the first small stirrings giving me words to share with you. I will be sharing the cover and a release date soon! Stay tuned!

Wherever you may be today, know that I am praying for you.

Gifts of Grace

In case you missed these posts:

Florida School Shootings: What are we missing?

A New Heart

Loss In Gains

Desperate Faith: How Far Am I Willing To Go

Hope In The Hopeless: From Wheelchair To A Walk In The Snow

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I’m blessed to serve you in this place, to share with you the Gifts of Grace as I journey through the wilderness. I picture you across the table, hands wrapped tightly around your cup, sharing life, and laughter, and tears. As I share with you, my daily struggles, I long to hear what yours may be. You can do that by commenting below or reaching out to me here.