Dabney Hedegard

Author, Speaker, Professional Patient


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

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A Walking Billboard

A Walking Billboard

“For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that his life may also be revealed in our mortal body. So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you.” —2 Corinthians 4:11-12 (NIV) My 16-year-old walked to the front of her speech class at the State College with her hair tucked up in a scarf, concealing every strand, as she mimicked how I looked some 17 years ago. She shared her story of how my husband and I made the toughest decision to not abort her when I was diagnosed with cancer when I was six weeks pregnant, but instead underwent chemotherapy with her in the womb. For a teen who typically loves public speaking, and effortlessly captivates her audience, this was the first time I heard her say, “Mom, that was uncomfortable. I was the youngest student in the class, I’m homeschooled, and now they know I’m a Christian. Why is sharing our God-story so...

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New Year, New You

New Year, New You

“Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”—Philippians 3:13-14 (NIV) After battling infertility for years, and finally accepting that I was sterile, my husband and I considered adoption. It’s amazing how excited you become about something once all other doors seem welded shut. So there we were, a year into adopting a sweet baby from China when mysteriously I became pregnant. No words can describe the ecstatic momma I morphed into, because God wasn’t blessing us with one baby, He was blessing us with two! Oh, praise Jesus. That is until week seven when all my pregnancy symptoms subsided and my ultrasound confirmed I’d lost the baby. Understandably, I became that weepy mess of a mom you’d imagine. That was the day Philippians 3:13-14 took on a whole new meaning, especially the...

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The Worst Part About Complaining

The Worst Part About Complaining

So this past Saturday I asked my friends on Facebook (FB) for recommendations on where to pick up a turkey dinner since I planned on cheating this year for Thanksgiving {cough}. Thinking this was a novel idea of mine, I couldn’t understand why I hadn’t done this before. Then today a FB memory popped up from five years ago that said, “I’m thankful for the Publix prepared Thanksgiving Dinner sitting in the fridge…” What? I’ve ordered a Turkey-day dinner before? Good night, how do I not remember this? Oh, Lord what else am I forgetting these days? Ugh. My brain is sometimes broken, I murmured in frustration. I mean, of course I remember things, but I want to remember the little things, too. Like sweet moments of these two cuties below, but if I can’t remember ordering a holiday meal, whose to say I’ll remember a fun evening out if there’s not a photo involed? And then I read this crazy quote in my morning devotion from Change Your Words...

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