The mother of Will Roberts, the Alabama boy fighting cancer, is asking everyone for prayers, says they are trying to keep Will comfortable.
Please pray for this family.
Read Brittney Battles Roberts' post from Facebook below:
"The biggest thing Will needs right now is a more aggressive approach. He has so much fluid that has to come off, but at the same time they have to balance his blood counts and platelets so it can be done safely. Now pneumonia has also set up in his lungs, and that’s another battle we have to fight.
We’re not giving up.
Months ago, Will looked at us and said, “God is going to take me to the edge and make believers out of us.” Yesterday he looked at Jason and said, “Don’t give up on me, Dad.”
Those words matter.
Today Will became more agitated and wasn’t resting well. One option was to continue increasing his sedation. We understand why. Nobody wants him uncomfortable. But as his parents, we also know that when you’re sleeping more, not moving, and already dealing with fluid and weak lungs, pneumonia doesn’t just sit there. It gets worse.
Tonight, after he developed severe wheezing, we asked for an ICU doctor to come assess him.
He sat down with us, listened to everything, and explained that they could be more aggressive with removing fluid, treating the pneumonia, and still keep Will comfortable and safe. That’s what we needed to hear.
People ask us all the time what we’re praying for.
We’re not praying for more time at any cost. We’ve already told the doctors that if God says it’s time, then it’s time. We are at peace with that.
But we are also not willing to sit back and let something treatable take over without asking if there is more that can be done. If fluid can come off, we want it off. If pneumonia can be treated, we want it treated. If there’s a chance to make him more comfortable while still fighting what can be fought, that’s what we want.
We’re okay with death if it comes while we’re trying.
Advocating at this level is new territory for us. We’ve never had to make decisions like this before. Every choice feels heavy, and we question ourselves constantly. But one thing we know is this…
Will asked us not to give up on him so that’s exactly what we’re going to do.
Please keep praying. Pray for wisdom. Pray for the ICU team. Pray they can safely remove this fluid, get this pneumonia under control, and keep Will comfortable through it all. And pray that Jason and I continue to have the strength to make the right decisions for our son."
When Your Words Leave Bruises
I’ve never been the one with the gift of gab. I’m not the person who walks into a room and fills it with chatter. My strength has always lived in the way I arrange words. I can paint a beautiful picture with words. I can encourage someone, make them laugh, or help them see hope when life feels dark.
But I also know that the same gift can become a weapon.
The same way I can build someone up with words, I can tear them apart without ever raising my voice. That’s the double‑edged sword I carry.
The Bible says:
“The words of the reckless pierce like swords, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.” — Proverbs 12:18
Because ALS has taken away my ability to speak, I now have to type what I want to say. In some ways, that has helped me. Typing gives my anger time to cool down. Some harmful thoughts get filtered out before they ever reach another person.
But not always.
Sometimes my fingers still charge ahead like a bull in a china shop. I write at full speed, fueled by anger, frustration, and the need to make my point. In those moments, the saying becomes very real: the pen is mightier than the sword.
I am getting better at reading what I have written twice before I click “send.” The person receiving the message may never see the first draft or the second one. They may only see the version I finally chose to send.
But here is the truth: it does not matter whether it is the first draft or the third. If the words still wound the recipient, I might as well have sent the first one.
Not every bruise appears on the skin. Some settle deep in a person’s spirit. Some words continue echoing in a person’s mind long after we have forgotten saying them. “I did not mean it that way” does not automatically remove the pain. We may forget what we said, but the person who received those words often remembers every syllable.
Words can embarrass, discourage, divide, and destroy trust. But they can also restore confidence, calm conflict, and help someone believe in themselves again.
Being truthful does not require being cruel. We can correct someone without crushing them. We can express anger without attacking their dignity. We can disagree without making another person feel worthless.
Wisdom is not found in never feeling anger. Wisdom is found in choosing mercy before pressing send. It is found in asking, Will these words help or simply hurt? Will they correct or merely condemn? Will they heal or leave another bruise?
Today, pause before you speak. Pause before you type. Read it again. Then ask God to help your words reflect His grace.
Because long after our voices grow quiet and our messages are forgotten by us, someone may still be carrying the weight—or the encouragement—of what we said.
Choose words that heal.
Every conversation is an opportunity to leave someone better than we found them.
Ok. I can’t believe this just happened. My kid is sitting in a beach chair with his hand casually in the sand, & suddenly goes “oh my god look.” He pulls up a girls wedding band. It says “April 16, 2016 I love you.” This was gone FOREVER until now. Seagrove, Fla…Find this lady!
A Message from Lord Blow the Whistle
My dear friends,
From this wheelchair, I have learned something I never expected. When your body slows down, your eyes often speed up. It becomes much easier to see the faults of everyone else.
I see it when I ask caregivers not to do something and they do it anyway. I see it when people fail to listen. I see it when standards slip. And if I am honest, there are days when the criticism rises in my heart faster than grace.
But the Lord has been teaching me a difficult lesson.
The saying goes, “Those who can, do. Those who can’t, criticize.” Yet life has shown me that criticism is not the real issue. The real issue is the condition of the heart behind it.
For it is possible to speak the truth and still wound. It is possible to be right and still be wrong.
The truth is, some criticism is absolutely accurate. If a person is late every day, saying so is not a lie. If someone ignores instructions, pointing it out is not fiction. Truth matters.
But here is what the Lord keeps whispering to me:
Truth without compassion becomes a hammer. Compassion without truth becomes a crutch.
We are called to carry both.
When I become frustrated, I must ask myself: Am I speaking to help, or am I speaking to hurt? Am I trying to build a bridge, or simply point out the missing boards?
Because it is easier to identify a problem than to become part of the solution.
My wheelchair has limited what I can do physically, but it has not limited what I can do spiritually. I can still encourage. I can still inspire. I can still pray. I can still lead by example. I can still choose patience over bitterness.
And so can you.
The world has plenty of critics. Social media is full of them. Every workplace has them. Every family knows a few.
What the world desperately needs are people willing to speak the truth in love.
People who hold standards without losing kindness.
People who offer accountability without forgetting mercy.
People who understand that being correct is not the highest calling—being Christlike is.
So today, before you blow the whistle on someone else's mistakes, pause for a moment.
Ask yourself: Is this true?
Is it necessary?
Is it helpful?
Am I willing to help make it better?
Because if the answer is yes, then your words may become more than criticism—they may become a wake-up call, a lesson, a blessing, and perhaps even a turning point in someone's life.
Remember this, dear friends:
If the truth hurts, the problem may be the behavior. But if the truth heals, the credit belongs to the love with which it was delivered.
Lord Blow the Whistle has spoken. 📯
Two weeks ago we moved our family from California to Tennessee, and today confirmed everything we hoped for.
We watched our new community’s Fourth of July parade and ran the neighborhood 5k this morning, and tonight there’s a fireworks show, all without leaving the neighborhood. The kids on our street already pulled our two boys into their bike club. Neighbors met the moving truck and helped unload before we even arrived. We’re buying meat and cheese from a farm fifteen minutes from our house.
We came here for the community, and for a place built for raising a family instead of one that seems to punish you for it. We loved California, but every year felt like paying a tax for having kids, wanting safe streets, and trying to run a small business, even with family nearby to help.
Today I’m grateful to live in a country where you can pack up and choose a different life, and where the people who live there actually want you to have it.
This country is great, and I’ll never stop being grateful for it.
I believe in America — even as I face 30 years in prison for saving beagles from abuse.
Now I’m not alone.
The DA just charged 47 more dog rescuers with felonies.
This 4th of July, we’re putting our freedom on the line for theirs.
Because freedom matters, for all of us. 🇺🇸
ARRESTED FOR BLASPHEMY!!!
I don't know this lad but he just spoke the truth about Islam and Muhammed.
And he was arrested for it.
The Police didn't like him saying Muhammed was a rapist (he was), and they didn't like him saying Muhammed was a killer (he was).
So he's been arrested for telling the truth.
Police are literally enacting sharia compliant blasphemy laws in the UK.
Disgraceful.