Saturdays I am sitting in my living room with the smell of bacon and onions filling up the space. The whirr of the dryer and the hum of the dishwasher are keeping me company while the kids play outside (hallelujah for a Saturday without rain at last!). My fireplace is warm and with collard greens, sweet corn, sweet potatoes, crowder peas, and corn bread cooking, I am totally feeling like a south Georgia girl with Alabama roots right about now! I am all about Saturdays… especially the ones when we have nowhere to be or go! That doesn’t happen all that often, but when it does happen it’s a breeze of fresh air on a hot day to the busy lives we all live. Sometimes life is so busy that I forget to be thankful. I forget that there are many people who would literally give anything to have even half of those comforts that I take for granted so often. Last week we took the girls to walk through the Compassion International live experience....
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...