Her raven black hair pinned neatly out of her face, she gave the children a stern look before following it with a quick smile. Her almond shaped green eyes flashed as she continued the grammar lesson she had diligently prepared for her students. There would be no acting out in Mrs. Turner’s room. Or bad grammar for that matter. She had worked hard to get her education degree, and took both the job of teaching and the job of loving these little people to heart. It had been no small challenge for her to go back to college while raising four children, supporting her traveling husband, and juggling a household. Mrs. Turner’s dedication spilled over into her everyday interactions in the classroom. And the Sunday school room. With a smile on her face and a bible full of notes in her lap, this same lady whose expressions could make those children sit up straight also greeted a group of women weekly with warmth that kept them comin...
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...