“ Wow! So sorry to hear about your friend. It is sobering when someone we actually know dies before what seems to be their time...” Words I stumbled on today in my emails from a decade ago. What struck me is that I wrote them just three short weeks before my Makiah died suddenly. I had no way of knowing as I penned those words that in just 21 days I would wake up to her last day. I could never have imagined it. And now. Now I look around at the seeming chaos of 2020. The year where the only thing certain seems to be uncertainty. And reading those words and the eery heaviness with which they sit on the page begs me to ask the question. What are we living for? Not what is my purpose.... that’s a different question.... but what purpose am I actually LIVING my daily life for? Am I living for more me time, for a few more moments with social media, or maybe for that elusive next vacation? Is my aim to check off all the boxes for today, to be a great _____ (fill in the
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...