I don't do this often. But I can't get it off my mind or out of my heart. I need to share the words that have gripped me. Ripped me open to the very core. Pinned me down and made me feel that I am drowning. Drowning in the American Dream. I used to think it was silly that I had to eat everything on my plate because kids somewhere far away were starving. When I was a child. But now that I am grown up, I know we are not so disconnected. I am not helpless. I read a quote by Elizabeth Elliot that said, "When you don't know what to do next, do the thing in front of you." Please read the link: The 1 Thing Radical Really Definitely Has to Look Like- Right Where We Are And then if you can see him, see them, see the sheep calling hungry, go HERE and do the thing in front of you...
I have never wanted to be a blogger until this morning (10/23/10). For some reason I awoke feeling the need to share this journey. My four year old daughter was killed in a tragic car accident on October 8th, 2010 when our car was struck by a teen on marijuana. This blog is a small window into the brokenness of my heart and perhaps... one day, the healing. Do not mistake this for theological discourse. Jesus, not our circumstances, equals perfect theology. Be warned, this is raw...