Cancer Survivor

Lenya’s Corner

Some of us remember the Grateful Dead lyrics to Truckin’, “What a long, strange trip it’s been…” While my journey through cancer wasn’t necessarily a long one in comparison to some, it was a strange trip into areas I had never visited. Chemotherapy, hair loss, purchasing a wig, and feeling exactly what my doctor said when I was diagnosed, “You are standing on a platform and the train is going to pull up and take you for a ride” were all firsts for me. But I am thrilled to say the ride has taken me to a place of being cancer free for over one year now. In November, I had my chemo port removed and have had positive lab reports each month. I am gaining strength and very excited about diving into different projects with the Women’s Ministry.

In January we launched our new name, she Ministries, along with our new website Our goal is to seek all the many she’s in this world. Our motto is “she is me, she is you.” Also, knowing that women hold a unique place in God’s plan and heart, she Ministries takes inspiration from the virtuous woman extolled in Proverbs 31:

She…does good and not evil all the days of her life, v. 12
She…willingly works with her hands, v. 13
She…brings food from afar, v.14
She…also rises while it is yet night, v. 15
She…girds herself with strength, v. 17
She…stretches out her hands, v. 19
She…extends her hands to the poor, v. 20
She…is not afraid, v. 21
She…opens her mouth with wisdom, v. 26
She…watches over the ways of her household, v. 27

Updates from Lenya was a great place for me to stay in touch with you throughout my cancer treatment and recovery, but as we move into a new season of she, I have a blog built right into the site called Lenya’s Corner. I would love for you to visit and keep up with this new chapter in my life.

Thank you for the encouragement, love, and many well wishes you posted on this blog. Your prayers kept our family going throughout this journey designed by the Lord. I couldn’t possibly say thank you for each prayer, each card, each gift, each word of kindness, but please know that in my heart and memory, each of you are thanked.



My Valentine


In June, Skip and I celebrate our thirtieth wedding anniversary. Our lives dovetail snuggly. We finish one another’s sentences, possess hysterical inside jokes, and move seamlessly through the kitchen during meal prep. Don’t’ get me wrong, our personalities diverge. His spontaneity balances out my schedules. My sentimentality softens his sensibility. I love novels while he thrives on knowledge. But, like Lennon and McCartney, our collaborative efforts far outshine anything accomplished solo.

Our greatest connection comes from the Lord. It was “first love” at first sight. I met Skip as a brand new believer. His passion for God’s Word magnetized me. My pursuit of God inspired him. Even then, we couldn’t get enough fellowship attending church over five times a week. And our discussions about Scripture provided a love language all their own. Even after all these years I am convinced that God made us soul mates.

I’m certain that some of you may view this God-centric love about as romantic as the dictionary. But we fell in love from the inside out. Make no mistake; we experienced physical attraction, too. He looked like a beach boy who fell from the pages of “Surfer” magazine, only taller. I resembled the quintessential East coast college coed, only tanner. Over time we appear more like brother and sister than husband and wife. We’ve blended into a matched set.

Before you write us off as the stuff of fairy tales, know that we each possess our share of annoying habits. My chiding sense of humor often rubs him the wrong way. His enthusiasm for gadgets gets under my skin. No texting, tweeting, or tinkering during meal times! But somehow, over the years, even our idiosyncrasies seem endearing. He spots the fiendish twinkle in my eye and starts evasive measures. I have no problem plucking the iPhone right out of his clutches. And then we laugh because we know each other that well.

Thirty years flew by in a flash. But I’d sign up for another thirty in a heartbeat.


Bible Study and Teaching

Church Cat


“Mary… sat at Jesus’ feet and heard His word. But Martha was distracted with much serving, and she approached Him and said, ‘Lord, do You not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Therefore tell her to help me.’ And Jesus answered and said to her, ‘Martha, Martha, you are worried and troubled about many things. But one thing is needed, and Mary has chosen that good part, which will not be taken away from her.'”  (Luke 10:39-42).

Thanks to Lewis Carroll, most of us have heard the story of a church mouse. But have you ever heard of a church cat? In the small town of Fairford, in Gloucestershire, England, stands St. Mary’s church surrounded by a churchyard. There stands one of their most beloved sculptures: “Tiddles” the cat. Church members erected the monument because the cat often wandered into the building during worship services to make itself at home. Villagers chided that the cat probably spent more time worshiping than any other parishioner. It doesn’t take much imagination to picture the feline curled up in the sunlight of a stained glass window.

It seems Mary soaked up the Son’s light every chance she got. Once He was in the door, she was at His feet. Sure, she was misunderstood. Martha felt she was lazy. Perhaps the disciples begrudged her intrusion. Even Lazarus could have brushed her away to get some one on one time with Jesus. But Mary remained immovable. The touch of God outstripped the hand of others. Much like Mary and Tibbles the cat, David understood the privilege of being in God’s house and His presence. He said, “A single day in your courts is better than a thousand anywhere else! I would rather be a gatekeeper in the house of my God than live the good life in the homes of the wicked” (Ps. 84:10 nlt).

I think I’d like to be a church cat, too. What a privilege to roam freely in the presence of God and His people. It would be “purrfect” to soak in the worship and the Wordboth day and night.