Seasons. There is something beautiful and mysterious about seasons. The seasons of life. Seasons of the soul. Each carries beauty and hardship. Just enough to make us ready to embrace the next season when it comes. I love fall. I always have. The breathtaking vibrancy of red, yellow, and orange wrapping itself around the leaves before they drift to the ground. My Grace baby's birthday is always the eve of fall. This year she turned two, and it is as if someone told her what that means. When I came to get her from her crib on the morning of September 21st, I exclaimed, "Happy birthday, Maddie Gracie!" "No hatty birday!" she replied with a scowl. "But you will get presents," I said with excitement. "No pesents!" Maddie grumped. Alena asked if she could have some of the cake, and Maddie told her "NO take (aka "cake"). I couldn't help but laugh at the seriousness of that furrowed brow and scowling po...
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...