ā Mommy, something is missing.ā The words she utters as I am trying to slide out the bedroom door. āWhatās missing, baby?ā I say, slightly annoyed at the delay in my escape. āIs it a stuffed animal or you need another kiss?ā āI donāt know. I just feel like something is missing.ā Itās dark outside, and I am ready to move past bedtimeā¦ but the words are unusual. She is only 6. Several nights in a week or two we repeat this scenario. I finally think to tell her, maybe her heart wants Godās presence. I pray with her and tell her to talk to Him when I leave- to tell Jesus she loves Him and ask Him to fill up whatās missing. Another week or two goes by, and I forget. Itās so easy in the midst of the busy and the āurgentā to forget the significant. Sometimes we barely even notice it. Social media calls and the tv blares, and often the real is overlooked. Buried up under all that soul noise. Or blanketed by the to do list. ...
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...