Dabney Hedegard

Author, Speaker, Professional Patient


God can do all things. No plan of His can be thwarted. Job 42:2

Glory.

Heart-Surgery-Girl Is Going Where?

Heart-Surgery-Girl Is Going Where?

  So what do you decide to do on your one year anniversary of heart surgery? With bottles of Zika-repellent, go to Haiti, of course. Yep. We decided Sunday {June 26, 2016} that I’ll be going with my 17-year-old, Maddie. Sweet. Only, my husband was supposed to go, you know, because he’s far more healthy than I am, or so I kept imagining. But the truth is, I feel normal. Really normal. Surprisingly, refreshingly, magnificently…normal! {I know. Too many -ly words. Sorry, my grammatically-minded friends.} Normal is glorious. It means you’re not sick. You’re not tired. You’re not running from doctor to doctor, dropping boatloads of co-pays, getting stuck with needles to determine, that yes…you are like the rest of the disease-free world. Praise God for that! Better yet, praise God I’m so normal that I can travel to Haiti in twelve days and love on some precious orphaned kiddos in another country. Me, heart-surgery-girl, the person who used to pay karate fees twice because she forgot she’d paid...

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Holy Cannoli

Holy Cannoli

Sometimes I think God gives me devotional ideas just for my benefit, even though I’m writing them once a month for Calvary Chapel Fort Lauderdale. So, here comes some honesty. I had a cruddy Easter yesterday. There. I said it. My hubby was sick. Then I got sick (stomach flu, anyone?). Then I needed to prep to teach Latin and Rhetoric for my daughter’s class the next day (Monday). Then, of course, I needed to make the big, happy Easter dinner. But I wasn’t happy. My China-doll needed help with her China project (due Monday), so of course I gave her some awesome creative advice she didn’t take. (Can you guess the one main trait we share? Anyone? Starts with “Con” ends with “trol”.) After debating with a preteen, then studying for Latin, I headed into the kitchen at 4pm to prepare our Easter meal. By 8pm, my day felt like give, give, give, only I was wishing we could have blessed  someone else with dinner. My new puppy...

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Face Your Fears

Face Your Fears

{Devotional} Fear is the great silencer in life. I remember the moment a friend asked if I’d speak at his crisis pregnancy fundraiser. After an uncomfortable chuckle, I refused. “I’m not a speaker,” I reminded him. He wasn’t looking for a speaker, he said, followed by something along the lines of, “God has given you a powerful testimony our guests would be blessed to hear.” Biting my inner lip, I agreed. My tummy twisted as anxiety filled my spirit, so I prayed, polled friends for wise counsel, and eventually joined a public speaking group. However, I soon learned that of the twenty or so club members, few shared my faith in God. And the speech I needed help with was how the Lord protected my unborn baby while I endured chemotherapy during my pregnancy. So now I fretted that I’d somehow offend these people by talking about God. Fear had entrapped me. With my speaking event a few months away, I had no other options. I practiced with these...

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