My heart is wounded. I am tired. This path is wrought with grief and pain. The only way out is through. One needs to wrestle through the memories. Through the future that will never be; snatched away. I've been robbed. Robbed of graduation from Marine Corps Boot Camp, robbed of the future of our son. And it hurts. I can't change it. No matter the longing, it will never be. Yet my wounded heart is held in the palm of the hand of the One who created us. And as I wrestle each day with the reality of never ... View Post
There is A Season
One of Gary's Uncles drops off an article he has had since 1974. It is an article about Gary and the farm. I sit and read this old news. Gary is 18. The age our son never saw. Funny how pieces of the past draw you in. Popovers and Oatmeal for breakfast this morning. Elijah did not like popovers. I can't remember how he felt about oatmeal. I always had to ask the kids to remind me what they liked. I walk out of the bedroom. It is warm. We have heat in the house. Such little things. Yet so important. I listen to the messages on ... View Post