Every breath is precious, but not all moments are created equal. Some are just plain weightier than others. I mean clipping my toe nails and saying I do just do not equivocate! I think part of appreciating life is recognizing when the moment is pregnant with meaning. Yesterday held some of those for me. Both of my twins prayed when they were smaller to ask Jesus to come into their hearts. One of them had an almost immediate change in behavior. Before that she could throw a tantrum like a bull in a rodeo. Only it wasn’t 8 seconds! It could last for an hour! No discipline seemed to make a dent in her little temper until after that day. Now it wasn’t a silver bullet, and she can still blow a fuse. But boy, the tendency to go all fire cracker on us really improved, and her heart seemed to be softened. To this day she remembers that prayer, and it has seemed real to her and she is full of faith. The other ...
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...