Five years. An eternity of days. And yet it’s passed as quickly as a blowing breeze. Time is a mystery. Days that have often felt endless now seem to have fled like the shadows chasing after a setting sun. It is a strange thing to watch your younger children out grow the oldest. I have always had memories of Makiah to cling to as my little ones passed each new stage. We have stepped across a threshold. It’s like the tape ran out. I am constantly surprised by the things my twins can do- things like writing words other than their name. It’s almost as if my mind forgets that I will actually watch these children grow up. We have been in the same season of parenting for almost 10 years, and the new journey into unknown territory constantly catches me off gaurd. I am excited. I feel like I am standing on the edge of something really good that has taken a very long time to get to. I am sad. The new ...
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...