From a Sister’s Heart {edition 2}

I miss her already.  Somehow, by the grace of God and a really supportive husband (thanks Jon-boy!), Elizabeth arranged to return again from Houston to be here for me during the side-effects of my second chemo, and to help around the house and with the kids.  I’m so grateful for the time we shared, despite the circumstances.  She is amazing and I will always cherish these days in my heart.  My kids absolutely LOVED their time with “silly Aunt Bea” (long explanation behind the name ;); it warmed my heart to see their relationship grow even deeper.  We did have some fun and laughs too! We even had a facial night.  I am so thankful for my sister! I’m posting (with permission) her next “Prayer from a sister’s heart” because I’m celebrating the sweet bond we share, that spans far beyond miles!  Love you sis!!


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written by Liz Fisher


Today is Monday and I have work on the brain.  After a long, tough weekend, the mundane routine of work was almost welcome.  Mundane Monday.  So my specific thoughts and prayers today have been about work.  I struggle daily, hourly with the sacrifices we make to live where and how we live and provide for our family.  I miss getting to know the other moms at preschool dropoff.  I miss playdates.  I miss Women’s Bible Studies.  I miss sweet one-on-one times with each of my children.  The list goes on.  And there’s always a whisper in the back of my mind asking “It is worth it..?”

But my thoughts today weren’t dwelling on our decision and my work.  8 years ago, you worked a similar job as mine.  But through seeking the Lord, you heard the call that you were meant to change paths.   You and Justin sacrificed to do that, too.  But for that sacrifice you had the opportunity to impact hundreds of lives through bible studies, photography, and deep friendships.  Then you were able to spend 4 years at home with your children as a Godly mother.   And finally in this most recent chapter, the Lord has placed you in a job where the daughter that he has so perfectly formed can be a light to countless women through sharing your journey of faith.  I have specifically prayed today that you would have wisdom and peace about managing your job in the coming months.

You give things your all.  But so does God.  He began a good work in you, and He will be faithful to complete it  (Phil 1:6).   So I pray today that as you did 8 years ago, you can feel the guiding hand of the Lord to make decisions on how to manage your job through this time.   I urge you to listen to advice of other who have taken similar journeys, but mostly seek the Lord, from whose mouth comes wisdom and understanding (Prov 2:6).

(From Brooke)  I’m so grateful for these very specific prayers.  It is clear that the Lord was guiding and directing my sister’s prayers, weeks before I started treatment.  This is such a reminder to me that PRAYER MATTERS!!  (And also why I personally love journalling my prayers and encourage others to do the same because it is clear to see where God answers!)  Im happy to share how God answered my sister’s prayers.  

After my first treatment, after much prayer and seeking wise council, we made the difficult but necessary decision for me to take a temporary leave of absence from my position as Director of Women’s Ministries throughout my treatment.  The pastors and staff of NEPC have been incredibly supportive and gracious and I’m so thankful for the love, support, and encouragement our family has been extended by this beautiful Body of Christ.   This summer is a summer of healing and Season of Sabbath and the Lord is using it to grow me in deeper ways than He ever could without cancer.  I’m especially thankful that during my “up” times I can focus on my family and children and make special memories with them.  God answers prayer! I cannot wait to jump “back in the saddle” after this cancer chapter has been closed.  I know this chapter will forever change me, as a woman of God, a wife, a mother, and in ministry. 

From a Sister’s Heart

On the drive down to Hilton Head a few weeks ago, I got one of the most special emails that I have ever received.  The email appeared in my inbox in a moment that was, shall we say, “less than calm”.  With three littles under five I’m sure you can imagine we have our fair share of those moments.

I got one line into this email,  as tears welled up in my eyes, and I knew I just had to wait.  These words felt too weighty to be read during a backseat squabble over whose turn it was to choose the next movie on the DVD.  

So, I saved it.  

Late one night, after the children were nestled in their beds, and Justin was watching something interesting on TV (which did NOT interest me ;)…I grabbed a tissue (smart), re-opened the email and started reading. 

My beautiful sister had written me the most beautiful words and prayers.  It was, I could tell, therapeutic for her, and writing was helping her to process the emotions of being so many miles away in Houston while finding out her sister has cancer.

She has agreed to allow me to share some of her beautifully transparent writing.  What I think you will find are emotions, thoughts and feelings that span beyond sickness; beyond sisters.  

I thank you for your continued prayers.  I’m still feeling weak and having a hard time tolerating food.  Please pray I regain my strength soon.  

I trust you will be blessed as I share these prayers “from a sister’s heart”.

You may want to grab a tissue.  (or maybe that’s just me!)


Written by Liz Fisher:


Two days ago was my ‘baby’s’ 2nd birthday.  I woke up agitated because I had to choose between and important work call and being with my son when he woke up on his birthday.  An hour later of trying to be half-present on the conference call and half-present for my baby’s birthday breakfast, I gave up and broke down.

Running to my closet (every woman’s safe haven – right?) I cried tears for the chaos of our lives, sweet moments with my children that have to be shared with a demanding career.  At that moment in time, my world felt like it was crumbling.

Four hours later, I was in tears again…Wishing that I was crying over morning chaos and stressful work situations.  This ‘crumble’ couldn’t be fixed by a cup of coffee or 10 minutes of closet cool-down time.

News from a loved one.  Cancer.  A word that has always been sad in concept, because that’s all it had been to me before.  Now this concept had taken residence in my best friend.  My sister.  A strong woman of God who was encouraging and comforting me while she told me about her tough journey ahead.  I didn’t – don’t – know how to mourn, what to mourn.  So for now I am mourning the fact that I am not there to fight this battle with her.  So all I can go to now is prayer.

Yesterday (4/25) my specific prayer was that your biggest source of anxiety become your biggest source of strength.  You shared that your biggest worry was how this would impact your children and your husband.  I can feel that being in the same crazy phase of life as you.  I prayed that the immeasurable love that your husband and children have for you will become an overwhelming source of strength and encouragement for you, and that you will see your children and husband (and sister!)  increasingly lean on the Lord for patience and perseverance.

I introduced Reagan to cancer Friday night.  She comforted me and reminded me that it was okay, God would heal Aunt Brookie.  I often think children are much wiser than many of their actions show.  As I sit confused over the right way to mourn, how to feel, what to say, my daughter reads, interprets, and simplifies what’s on my heart:  “Mommy, I wish Cancer was a Legend, because I don’t want it to be real.”  Me neither, Reagan.

Today (4/26) I prayed my specific daily prayer at the snack-table with my two sickies (Lainey and Max).  Before heading to church, Reagan (in one of her wise-beyond-her-years moments) said “Mommy it’s not fair that Lainey and Max will be better soon, and Brookie has to be sick for so much longer.”  That’s right, it’s not fair.  As we battle the longest stomach flu our home has ever seen, it’s still minimal compared to the long journey ahead for you.  So our snacktime prayer this morning was that God will heal you FAST and make this a SHORT journey.  I prayed that God would serve whatever His purpose is in this, but that He does it QUICKLY so the word cancer can be something to stow away in the past.