"There are lives I can imagine without children, but none of them have the same laughter and noise" - Story People
Friday, July 15, 2011
I was holding my son in my arms when the phone rang and that old familiar voice was on the other line. When I heard the sadness as he spoke words that would alter the course of our lives as a family. I handed my son over and fell to my knees with tear stricken grief. It was short lived, as my preference for anger is much greater than finding myself in a heap. As if there is any comfort to be found in rage. It was a loss of my expectations, my idealistic family scenario and discovering my hero was not who I thought. He was just a human being after all. So many years later now I see that the darkest days were used to shed light in places that couldn't be reached before the cracks were there. If I had to go back and feel that all over again to see the growth that has come from that devastation I would do so without question.
I am a woman shamelessly dependent on a Savior. I am constantly being shaped and molded, bending and moving in ways I never thought possible. I am married to the most incredible Australian man, the accent of which is only the beginning of his sublimeness. He is a rock that God has so graciously allowed me to walk alongside. I have four beautiful children who teach me more than I could ever teach them. This blog is really about sharing life with others and hoping to provide even the slightest bit of wind at their backs at just the right moment. I have a soft spot for nutella and peanut butter on a spoon together, like dogs that smell good but not cats, force myself to join clubs to be more relationally oriented, and at least once a week dance so long in my living room that sweat drips in my eyes.