The Chijioke Life

"But, mom, you can't promise me that nothing bad will happen! I don't want to go!!", tears trickled down my 9yr old daughter's cheeks as she wrapped her arms tightly around herself and stared up at me desperately. We were standing in the center of the canoe/kayak office. A crowd of laughing, chatting people moved around us, heading through the open garage doors to the big, yellow bus waiting to take us to our drop off point. It was the 4th of July and we had decided to get outdoors and try our family hand at canoeing. It was another first for us, several of the kids had already mentioned the "what if" thought that always run through our minds when we gear up for what should be a fun activity -- but for us brings back memories of packing up for another fun summer day. As we packed the car that morning, drove into the beat up parking lot, lush greenery waving around us in the sunshine and warm breeze, I could hear the echoes of the day we did all of the ...

8 years ago this was my status. A "weekend away" used to seem so long without Cj, when I didn't know that a "lifetime away" was quickly approaching. Every day is a long day, every night is forever...  ::God, how I miss him:: Facebook memories have been inundating me with old posts, reminding me of a lost time of blissful, ignorant, innocence... depending on the day it seems to mock me. My heart aches as the 5th anniversary looms ahead and I remember the unknowingly, unappreciated joys of  Making dinner while watching the kids lounging with CJ...   Laughing as Cadence danced to loud music with her daddy...    Stifling laughter as Cj and I make eye contact over the boys' heads, listening to another hair brained idea...   Talking about life and decisions with the man who loved me and wanted the best for our family... I look at my 5yr old who didn't get to know his daddy and <so> <desperately> wants,  NEEDS t...

Yesterday was a stepping stone in my grief process, a moment in the healing journey. Grief is such an odd walk, sometimes you expect the triggers - like driving through Tennessee last year - and other times these moments crash on you unexpectedly. Oddly enough, these are the moments that, although they are awful to breathe through - bring such comfort because I KNOW the presence and peace of my Savior as He carries me through the valley, lifts me up out of the waves. Yesterday was one of those unexpected tsunamis that opened my eyes to another facet of healing, growth, and grief that I needed, desperately, to address. It was a perfect day in the Riviera Maya - we were on a girls birthday trip in Tulum, an unexpected blessing, and we decided to try a new activity; paddle-boarding in a bay off the ocean. We headed out early, dashing across mexican traffic to catch the "Collectiva", or local taxi bus. We crowded 6 of us girls into the little bus and hurtled down the road. Upon r...

I'm sitting on an airplane again.... Raindrops trickling down the windowpane as we sit on the runway. We have been delayed due to severe storms, sitting here for almost an hour. I've made good use of the time, studying and listening to business training, but, I reached a moment of overload as idea after idea and budding hopes swirled in my head; each trying to take shape. I closed my books and turned on my music, resting my head on the blue, pleather headrest.  "Lord, I have such vision -- it's almost hard for me to believe it for myself, for my family, for my team... Yet, I know You made me with this desire for more, this passion burning in my chest to help others find their inner flame and reach their dreams - to live to the highest potential You have called us towards. But, if I'm honest, I'm scared! Like, "mouth dry-can't swallow-butterflies in my stomach" scared - all those what ifs. But, I'm learning to turn that volume off and i...