Thursday, September 13, 2012
Christina is 13 and a freshman in high school...wow! She is in the choir and is playing soccer and is adjusting beautifully! I learn from her daily and love what God is doing in her life. She exhibits such joy that it is contagious.
Rachel is 8 and in the 3rd grade. She is busy with girl scouts and gymnastics and I look forward to hearign what may come from her mouth next! For those of you who know her, that comes as no surprise!
Chet is doing well...he is my rock and often has no idea. Often times it is what he says when he is not talking that motivates me the most. He is an amazing man of God and faith and so when he said it was time for a change with my job, I followed suit. He has been leading our house for nearly 14 years and we have not been steered wrong yet!
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Lost is how Im feeling
lying in your arms
When the world outsides too
Much to take
That all ends when Im with you
Even though there may be times
It seems Im far away
Never wonder where I amcause
I am always by your side
Were heading for something
Somewhere Ive never been
Sometimes I am frightened
But Im ready to learn
Of the power of loveEveryday we head into unchartered waters with one another. You have stood by me, with me, and up for me and all because you love me...hard to believe and somedays hard to accept...but you love me. The times you have been deployed, the world almost stood still, but God always brought you back to me...I would laugh when you were in Iraq and say that you would be alright because God has given us the opportunity to be one of the greatest love stories on earth and we are not done yet! The girls are blessed to call you daddy and I am blessed to call you my husband!
Friday, June 5, 2009
I would watch my husband and my children as they slept, wondering how I got so lucky; wondering how God could love me so much to give me the miracle of love from an amazing man and two precious daughters. I would wonder how my husband could love me even when I was stubborn and prideful, and hope that he knew, even when I was at my worst, how much I adored him and didn't want to live without him.
I would wonder if my children would remember me or if they would only remember a to-do list of activities that I had created for myself and for them. Maybe they would remember the simple things like our car time chats, my anticipating each giggle, or listening for their sweet dinner time prayers.
I would wonder if my friends knew how much I adored them...each person who was hand-picked by God to walk this journey with me. I would wonder if they understood that with each call or text which came from me, there was woman who prayed for them and their families and sometimes hourly. If I was gone in six days, would anyone know how much I loved God, how much He has changed my life, and how much I believe that He can and will do that for anyone. Would anyone know how far God has delivered me and how far I KNOW He can carry them?
I write this because I have realized how short life really is. When Heather died two weeks ago, my mind wandered. She is 31 years young...just like me, has a husband who adores her...just like me, two children who she adores...just like me, a love for her friends that they will never be aware of...just like me. This weekend Chet and I celebrate our 11 year anniversary and it is a day of mixed emotions. One year ago, on our tenth anniversary, we were participating in a funeral for Devin, a 17 year old who died too early. At the funeral, I spoke of the Prodigal Son and how God is always calling us to come home and Chet served as a pall bearer. One of the hardest days we have shared as a married couple. We attended a service for someone who we had worked mission trips with, Vacation Bible schools, lock-ins. We had been to his house and visited with him and listened to his piano playing that was beautiful. We had gone to see him when he was in the hospital and we had prayed over him and with him and held his mother's hand while she prayed...she loved her son...just like me.
I pray for all those reading this...that no matter how broken life seems to be, there is a God that specializes in putting pieces together...just like He did with me.