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  Patricia Hammell Kashtock

Aka: Pat Kashtock. Mother of three, wife of one. BA in Social Work and Biblical Studies. Graduate work at Virginia Tech interrupted, then derailed by oldest child’s brain tumor...

My life has not followed the course I planned. But I am not complaining. Pain is to be expected in a world broken apart from its Creator.

The miracle resides in the ability to find joy when least expected...


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For What It's Worth

Each life is a journey. The voices of many guides try to direct us, saying, “This is the path – walk in it!” Yet each one leads in a different direction.

I believe only one Voice can be true. That Voice will lead us in ways most unexpected, into worlds yet undiscovered. It will lead us up the hill, around the river and through the forest. And sometimes, it will lead without mercy.

Or so it seems.

I have made listening for that Voice and following it, my life’s quest. I will share some of what I have heard that Voice say with you. But I am not in the business of telling people how to think or what to believe. Each has to decide for himself. Only you can decide if you find the truth of the Voice in these words. And only you can decide how much it is worth to know the Voice, and follow.

But for me, it is worth the whole world.

And then some…

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And the Snow Sang....

While writing today, I needed to type out a journal entry from the year Heidi got sick. It leaves me wondering again what she would have been like if her brain had not been shattered by thousands of rads.

Pat Journal 12/31       

Heidi’s Sara Beth story

Heidi was in bed this morning, confused as to which day it is. She very much wanted someone to play with, but no one comes around anymore. She laid there no longer able to get up on her own, and began to talk.

Sometimes I think about Sara Beth and we are running through a big field with flowers and lots of small animals and a blue sky. The sky is very blue. We play with the animals and have a good time. And Sara Beth and I are so happy. Then we go in to have supper together because we like to pretend we are in the same family.

And snow is falling down in the breeze all sparkly. It is tinkling as it falls as if it is playing a song.

And we sing songs together with the snow and go to bed in the same room. We say our prayers together. Then we reach out to touch each other. And we could almost feel what was in each other’s heart.”

At this point, her lip trembled just the slightest bit before she could finish.

“It’s hard to be away from your best friend.”

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I was looking through some things I have saved and came across your devotional in the Upper Room magazine on Nov. 18, 2008. I had saved it. I share your loss. We lost both of our boys. One to suicide and the other to a drug overdose. Your expression of grief and your hope in Heaven touched me today and I just wanted you to know that I am thinking about you. May your memory of her dancing the Nutcracker bring you good memories for years to come. I will be thinking and praying for you during this Christmas season.

November 29, 2017 | Unregistered CommenterAnne Cole Aker

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