“Jump!” we say to our tiny tots. “I promise I’ll catch you!” we say as we coax them into the water. Sometimes they jump. Sometimes they let the fear of what they see drown out their belief in what we say. And they freeze. And we can be so much like them. Sometimes when a new or challenging thing is in front of us and we hear God saying that He has us, we believe HIm. Other times we let the fear of what we see drown out what we know in our hearts to be true. That He is good. That He loves us. That He won’t let us sink even if it is hard. Or scary. And we won’t be alone. We’ll be together. But the hard concrete under our feet feels firm. What we know seems sure. The deeper waters can look too unfamiliar. Too unsafe. Even though something inside of us knows that that’s where the fun is had. We can see those who are ahead of us in life splashing and swimming and playing Marco...
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...