The past 8 or so months have been heavy. And to be honest, I was having a hard time not sinking in the rough waters. The waves are certainly going to knock you down because frankly, they're meant to. Since when were struggles and trials not supposed to be hard?! But oh, the waves seemed to get bigger and bigger each pass. FIGHT.
"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you."
Its ironic to re-read my hopes for Zachary's kindergarten year, because oh myyy how the Lord has granted those requests. My boy certainly had to learn where to look for Help because we encountered difficulties far beyond what I was prepared for in those first few months of "kinder fun"...but now...HE KNOWS where his Help comes from. Listening to his pleas on the way to school those first few months..., "Dear Lord Jesus, please be with me the whole day today. Please be with me the whole day." Tear filled Momma & Daddy pleadings we never saw coming for deliverance. FIGHT.
And that angel girl...letting go of sorrow's past. STANDING UP. Refusing to let the waters drown me. Impossible still. Fighting to believe He is not done writing her story. Because she needs my prayers and hope in the One whose power has been unleashed upon her more than I can recount. FIGHT.
Confidence in the burn of our hearts to bring the fatherless into our home. To continue building our family...but knowing He is sovereign still. FIGHT.
Knowing God gives us our first breath and appoints our last...
-My sweet Pawpaw, who preached the hope of Jesus Christ for nearly 50 years, set free after a two year fight with cancer. The next day welcoming 10 houseguests for our college group's retreat in our home. Juggling gravesides and students...wanting to be present with them...wanting to grieve. An angry neighbor trying to ticket our student's cars...and a stomach bug hitting my three loves an hour later.
- A young mom...family of a family member... losing her cancer battle with two little loves, a husband and family left with ache.
-And a beautiful friend and her boy. Oh, the FIGHT for hope in this sorrow. I spent sweet time in a mom's group at my church for a few years when Zachary was a wee one. News came in the night that their lives had been taken by the hand of her husband. Horror that continues...two angel girls still living. Only God can redeem.
"I will make rivers flow on barren heights; and springs within the valleys.
I will turn the desert into pools of water, and the parched ground into springs.