Seasons are a funny thing. I get up at the same time every day… well, give and take a few snoozes. I either pray and walk or else pray and eat a small bite of goodness- mini pumpkin donuts lately- that I’ve hidden from my kids! The one thing that’s consistent in my morning routine from day to day is the coffee. Whether I am sneaking treats or walking, there will be coffee. I guess that says a lot about the pace of my exercise! But it seems like just yesterday I was having a hard time beating the sun up in the mornings. And suddenly it’s dark until it’s time to get dressed and wrap up my morning routine. The changing seasons seem to sneak in when I am not looking. There is a verse in the Old Testament about understanding the times and knowing what to do. It says…the men of Issachar understood the times and they knew what to do. About two weeks before the accident this verse jumped out at me when I was lo...
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...