The sky grew black as the eastern hemisphere rotated into the darkness. Away from the light of the sun the night became cold. The hearts had grown cold long ago. Plunged into darkness by a wayward choice. A stretch for power beyond ourselves. A taste had sentenced the generations to darkness of heart and coldness of spirit that even the warm morning sun could not drive away. Except that night there was a rather brilliant star intruding on the inky blackness. The dazzling twinkle taunted its pale brothers in the sky. And it drew the eye. Captured the gaze. And for centuries before there had been twinkles of light that seemed to point the way. Signs of hope given in the midst of despair. The light of miracles and divine intervention. Dotting history, they had grabbed the heart and drawn the gaze. Illuminating the path and giving hope of ...
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...