This Friday is a day I don't like to remember... It is the day, the moment, my family's life changed irrevocably and our story became one I would never have chosen for us. In a surreal and obscenely benign moment, I lost my husband of 11 years. Our 5 babies lost their beloved daddy. We lost our family head, fearless leader, tireless supporter and visionary. I lost my partner and main support, my best friend and love. Our entire life came screeching to a halt as our family shattered before my unbelieving eyes... {I close my eyes and see the water of that river running ~ unbroken ~ As we desperately searched for a sign of where he was trapped, a head bobbing up, a hand outstretched...but all I could see was the dark, rippling current... } These past weeks have been very hard, difficult because the memories of that day surge, the emotions, the wracking pain... {the disbelief} ... The agony of realizin...
Our new family story as I, and my 5 children, learn to thrive - not just survive - after the loss of our "main man". This life is a continuing walk in God's amazing grace. "To each one of us grace was given according to the measure of Christ's gift." Eph 4:7