Worry, Stress, and Jack Sparrow: How a Pirate Taught Me to Rely on God in the Face of Devastating Illness

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Give Us This Day Our PB&J

Believe it or not, I bring Jack Sparrow with me whenever I take my mom to the hospital (which, unfortunately, happens to be a lot these days). And no, I don’t mean I watch Disney’s Pirates of the Caribbean on an iPad while we wait to see the doc. I mean I take CaptainJack Sparrow to the hospital. Now, before you get my white jacket and padded cell ready, let me explain.

The other day, I was watching a video of Johnny Depp visiting a children’s hospital. Of course, since Johnny Depp is almost as eccentric and whimsical as the character he plays, he couldn’t visit the children in anything other than full pirate costume. In fact, simply dressing for the part wasn’t enough for this occasion. No, he was in full Jack Sparrow mode, swaggering through the halls of the hospital as if the Black Pearl had just…

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Karisa Moore

I lost my son to suicide. Each day since, I commit my day to turning the page and continuing to write my story. There is no deeper grief, but I know too, that there is no greater hope than bringing life out of death. I offer each page to you as a testimony that there is hope for abundant life!

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