Dabney Hedegard

Author, Speaker, Professional Patient


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

Glory.

So Long, Pedro.

So Long, Pedro.

(I apologize ahead of time for the icky pictures of my radiation-wrinkled upper chest, but merely describing this thing wouldn’t make as much sense. And yes…I did circle my bump with a pen to see if it was growing in size each day.) Meet Pedro. Yes, we’ve named him. We kind of had to. The alternative would have been a weeping mom for weeks while we figured out why a golf ball-sized bump emerged from my upper sternum. I’m not going to lie, this growth was freaky-weird, which pretty much explains my medical journey for the last 20 years, so I guess this means I shouldn’t be shocked by now, right? Pedro popped up on a Friday, the day after I played volleyball for 10 minutes with my 15-year-old daughter. (Can I just admit…I’m out of shape, ya’ll? I haven’t huffed that hard in years from chasing so many missed balls.) In case you didn’t know, I have wires that protrude a tad from the center of my chest...

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Anyone Else Feeling the Shove?

Anyone Else Feeling the Shove?

Recently I heard Jimmy Evans, one of my favorite marriage guru guys, say, “If the devil can’t stop you, He will push you.” Ugh. I constantly feel the enemy’s pointy fingers pressing against my back on a daily basis. Jimmy continued his message with, “You can either pray or worry. If you don’t pray, you will worry.” Good night. I felt Jimmy’s words were pointed right at me, the wimpy worrier. I do stress myself out—and it drives me nuts. I know God’s got our current situation—the one where our house sprang major leaks after hurricane Irma pummeled South Florida during the month of September in 2017. We had leaks so bad my hubby staggered buckets and beach towels along our terrazzo floor to prevent our kiddos from slipping. A month or so later around the end of October, our insurance company denied our claim because the inspector said there was “no visible opening” in our roof. We have a cement roof. Yep, cement. Our hurricane inspector actually said,...

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Gone

Gone

Gone. That weird pressure in my side dwindled day by day until I woke this morning with no discomfort. Praise. God! And can I share one more amazing fact? After I posted my fears last week and asked for prayer, can I just tell you that I felt your prayers? Seriously. I wish I could have reached out my hand to one of you and transferred the experience, because I went from extreme heaviness of heart, to this weight falling from my body. Almost like I had purged whatever was bottled inside and handed it over. Mind you, that pain didn’t go right away, only the fear. That’s amazing. That’s God. And I have to believe, that’s how corporate prayer works. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve posted on Facebook or texted friends or my hubby (my daily wise counsel) for prayer or more specifically my mom (who is my number one prayer warrior!), only to sense that gloominess mellow out. I can’t believe I’m struggling to...

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