A year ago today something happened that I didn’t expect to happen for many, many years. My dad, my daddy, my father, my mentor, my teacher, my encourager, my prayer warrior, my living concordance, my cheerleader, my friend went home. He left. God took him home. He died. It was so sudden. No one saw it coming. He was at church that morning teaching, praising away. He went hunting. He...
Dear Dad, Daddy. I miss you. Today is the day we who are still stuck here in this mortal coil will remember the day you were born. You would have been 56 today. Let me double check that on FB. Yup. I think I’m right. Reading the posts on your FB page shows so much about who you were, although I’m not sure if some of the commenters realize that you’ve gone home. Sometimes I...
I had to apologize today… for being young, and naive, and head strong; for not seeing the signs, even when people tried to tell me; for letting love…or was it pride…blind my eyes. I had to say I’m sorry… for getting angry over what I knew was true, but didn’t want to be true, and now is so true that my windows are at risk of things flying through them. And...
2 Corinthians 2:5-11 “5 If anyone has caused grief, he has not so much grieved me as he has grieved all of you to some extent—not to put it too severely. 6 The punishment inflicted on him by the majority is sufficient. 7 Now instead, you ought to forgive and comfort him, so that he will not be overwhelmed by excessive sorrow. 8 I urge you, therefore, to reaffirm your love for him. 9 Another...
Lord, tonight I pray for the strongest women you have made. The ones that are struggling with things only women understand…and you of coarse. Lord, I pray for my friend whose heart is hurting. The baby girl that was promised to her will not be coming home with her, unless you intervene. She feels cheated and betrayed, and yet she knows that the birth mother is making this choice out of love...
So…any mamas who have dealt with drug addicted babies, I NEED YOU! We will be starting visits with Baby E at the hospital (possibly tomorrow) so that the nurses can help us transition and understand what she needs. She is really REALLY struggling with withdrawals. She is 5 weeks old already, so this has already been a long journey for her. According to our worker, seasoned nurses have cried...
My heart hurts for him today. He’s trying so hard… to give up, To be worth giving up on, To give us no choice but to give up. He’s trying so hard To make sure he gets absolutely nothing good nothing enjoyable. He is sure Absolutely SURE that in my heart I hate him that in my heart I want to squish him like a bug. My heart cries for his healing today, believing in our healer to...
One wore a helmet. One left his helmet on the ground. One was riding to earn trust. One was riding because trust had been lost. One came home early just to check in. One will not be sleeping in his bed tonight. One is striving for healing, as hard as it might be. One is walking away from health, determined to stay in control. Both are loved. Both are prayed for…and prayed for…and...
It may be a tantrum… But it’s only a 1 hour tantrum instead of an all day tantrum. There may be stomping and yelling…. But there’s not any hitting, or throwing, or swearing. There may be sneaking… But it’s only one or two instead of the whole package. There may be stinky armpits… But at least there’s a clean bum. We’ve come a long way...
Nothing has changed. Gabe is still gone. We know where he is, and we know he is going to school, but everything else seems so… surreal. I’ve cried a lot. I didn’t expect this to happen so soon. So abruptly. We have choices to make, but not yet. We are still waiting. We’ve put it out there in as many ways as possible that we will welcome him back home. Yes, there are...
Wife, mother, chauffeur, referee, teacher, chef, caretaker, etc...All unto Christ.
