The STORM

Wow, what a week this has been. When it rains it pours I've once heard. That would be the case for me. Up in the night last night, I couldn't sleep. At 2am there were many tears and much prayer being offered. Listening to "How Great Thou Art" my grandmother's favorite hymn, I couldn't help but think she was watching over me in my time of need. Life just keeps moving along and there are so many obstacles along the way, a test, a struggle. A test to see if I will be faithful to what I know is true and right. There are attacks, personal ones from some we love. It hurts and cuts deeply. What would Christ do in situations such as these, I ask myself. I realize He would just take the blows, and let it pass. My thoughts turn to him this Easter season. I must remove myself from the situation and know that those who attack are hurting inside, the anger bursts out in ways unimaginable; for we were friends...


Amidst one trial, another is in the background of my mind. I had been holding it together until, it all came out, last night when I was alone and it was quiet. My precious father is sick, very sick. And I am very far away. I love him, deeply for he has given me so much and taught me so much of how to serve others and what real love is. I found out this week that he can hardly walk. He is so weak and tired from the cancer that is on attack. As I was up in the night typing a letter of thanks and love to my dad, through my misty eyes in the darkness I glanced over at our desktop computer to see this:


Lindsey. I love her. She is hilarious. Amidst the tears came laughter. Lindsey had put this as the wallpaper on our desktop last night before bed. I am so thankful for her. She is such a wonderful daughter. I feel so blessed. She really cracks me up. Thank you Lindsey for brightening up my dad, I mean my night. : )