Written June 17th… just a little late posting… Family vacations are not for the faint of heart. I mean there are always challenges along the way when a whole group of people… especially six people… plan to spend 24 hours a day for seven days together. I’ve learned over the years that in my mind I build vacation up to the equivalent of heaven and then I am often disappointed when reality creeps in. So after 17 years of marriage and five children, I have learned to buffer my expectations and plan on choosing a good attitude when things don’t go my way. But this time. I can’t even. “Can’t even what?” you ask. A whole lot of things. And they all start with I can’t even. And no. I’m not talking about my wonderful, sweet family. Just some crazy circumstances. Let me back up a bit. One of my goals this summer is to try to teach the kiddos more scripture memory verses. When I think about how little they’ve actually committed to ...
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...