During this time we have struggled and questioned, and on many days we have truly mourned our losses. There have been difficult and directionless moments where I have craved routine and wrestled with how to maintain 'normal' for our children, because parenting, as it turns out, can not be put on hold until it is convenient for the parent; Despite feeling that I was doing little more than running from crisis to crisis, there were still smiles and kind words to disperse, books begging to be cherished and a never-ending list of things in the house that would let me know if they were being neglected.
As a wife I have desired to offer the right words of encouragement to an already discouraged husband (myself not knowing how long it would be before we would see something that suggested that maybe this way was the way out) and yet I have still managed to say all the wrong things.
I have been shocked at the condition of my heart and my lack of faith and I have been reminded that when God invites us to call upon Him, hold fast to Him, put our hope in Him, that that is exactly what He means.
This blog is about that journey.
About God making something beautiful out of nothing.
It is about rediscovering what it is to yield my life to His plans and purpose.
It is about making THE choice:
"..Now choose life, so that you and your children may live and that you may love the LORD your God, listen to his voice, and hold fast to him. For the LORD is your life ..." ~ Deuteronomy 30: 19-20
I am encouraged that my prayers for my children are being answered through our own discomfort - how can I pray that they would find God to be everything He says He is, if in my own life, I never allow Him to be?
