Dearest Makiah, Today is your fourteenth birthday. It has been exactly 10 years since we celebrated a birthday with you. You wore your Little Mermaid dress, had a jumpy house, and blew out all the candles on your pink castle cake. You laughed and tore into your presents surrounded by your little friends. Two beautiful princesses (your aunt Laura and Jenn) arrived at the party to your delight! I am so glad we went all out that year. A grace disguised. Last night I watched my favorite movie, Little Women, (not the newest version) with your sisters. I marveled how I have loved this story since I read the book as a child, and now God has given me my own brood of little women. In the story, one of the sisters goes on to heaven before the others. She isn’t afraid, but says she gets to have the adventure first. I couldn’t help but think of you. The morning after she died they sprinkle red rose petals over her dolls, and...
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...