The world. Full of sorrow. Heaviness. Heartbreaking injustices. Heroic peaceful protests. Fear inducing, violent riots. Nights of broken glass. Chaos. Masks. Hiding away. Germs. Wash your hands. We cannot wash our hands. Of this world. Broken, bleeding calling out for light in the darkness. Screaming at us to join the frenzy of panic. To fight with weapons that are carnal. To forget who the real enemy is. Distraction. Blame. Offense. Fear. Reaching insidious tendrils right up to wrap around our minds. But there is another voice. In the secret. In the quiet. Calling. “Come be still and know that I am God.” Do you hear the love call? A king who doesn’t need us. He wants us. Wants you. A Daddy’s lap where confusion fades away. Peace envelopes. The divine and humanity are connected ther...
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...