Last week, I planted a garden. Not just any garden. Not a garden for me. But the garden ended up being for me, in a way. Maybe for you too?  Here’s the start of my story. Please join me over at Different Dream Living for the conclusion. 

I have this friend around my age. Except for an uncooperative gall bladder demanding removal right before Christmas, she’d been healthy and vibrant. But once the scalpel opened her, the shock began. Her surgeon discovered a very aggressive stage-four cancer requiring multiple rounds of chemo.

I’ve prayed. But I’ve wanted to do something more, something tangible to bless her. Because the “D” word has taken up residence in my mind—that five-letter word we don’t even want to whisper lest it extinguishes the last flicker of hope we have left. The question nagged me.

How do you show someone you care, that you really care, when such devastating news is delivered and they’re so sick that survival becomes the greatest goal of every day?

My answer came quickly.

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