So many of you have reached out, reminding us of the strength we once found with Darby Kate. I want to be real — not polished, not brave, just honest — because maybe someone else needs to hear that it’s okay to fall apart before you find your way back.
After the news last Thursday, I was undone. Angry. Exhausted. Empty. I tried to be strong for Will and Charlie, but behind closed doors, my faith felt shattered. There were moments I truly wondered if Jason and I could survive this again — if we had it in us one more time.
Sunday changed something.
At church, our prayer team anointed Will. I cried the entire time, silently begging, “Please, God… please.” Later, Will told me he felt a hand resting on his leg — even though no one was there. In that quiet, unexplainable moment, I knew we weren’t abandoned. We were being held.
That night, Jason and I prayed together — no masks, no strength left, just surrender. Tears, fear, and everything we didn’t know how to carry. And somehow, faith found us again.
Today, I feel peace. Not because we have answers — but because we know we are not alone. Whatever comes next, we will walk it together.
Faith isn’t neat. Faith is raw. Faith is falling to your knees and choosing to stand back up anyway.
Our family — Will, Charlie, Jason, and I — are choosing to rise.
Tomorrow at 11:00 a.m., Will will undergo his biopsy at Children’s Hospital. Please keep us in your prayers. We are so thankful for the quick appointment, and for every prayer, message, and moment of love you’ve wrapped around our family. 🙏💙
