left for this

discovering God's plans as life falls apart

Going through countless tragedies, I wondered where God was, and why He wouldn't show up to do something...anything. Then He did, taking me from this life. Left to live, tragedies have increased, but I'm no longer the same. I'm certain God has a plan, and He'll use what we go through, for great and mighty things. Day after day, I hold on, knowing there's a reason...I was left for this.  

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January 21, 2016

It’s Alright

  This morning Meg woke up with her tongue numb. She kept putting her fingers in her mouth trying to feel it. The longer the numbness continued the more and more irritating it became.   When her frustration turned to tears I wished there was something I could do. It seems like new things are

January 17, 2016

We Don’t Need Amazing

  The oncoming car crossed over my lane, a few feet in front of our car, and continued to slide into the ditch. I wanted to turn back and go home. It was too late to be driving to Omaha, during a snowstorm no less. I asked Meg if her ears still sounded weird. Her

January 15, 2016

My Story Shared on Broken Brain, Brilliant Mind

My Story Featured on Broken Brain, Brilliant Mind Left for this – a personal account of TBI experience from a readerA lot of people ask what it’s like to have a traumatic brain injury. I smile as I reply, “I don’t remember”…which is my attempt of adding humor to the truth. Most don’t…BROKENBRILLIANT.WORDPRESS.COM

January 13, 2016

What We Leave Behind

Meg’s been really tired. She took a 4 hour nap yesterday and when I woke her up, she laid on the floor and went back to sleep. Her headaches come and go. Sometimes she handles them well, other times they really wear on her. This afternoon was especially hard. At one point she suddenly burst into

January 9, 2016

Busy About What?

Thoreau wrote:  It is not enough to be busy. So are the ants. The question is: What are we busy about?   With mismatched gloves, which weren’t even hers, Meg trudged toward the truck. I asked her if she wanted me to help her find her gloves. With a grin and laugher in her voice,

January 7, 2016

Calls Will Come

Meg seemed to hold up over the holidays but there were times when she had enough. When she was done, she was done. With 7 kids under 9 running around, I felt the same. The ecstatic chaos quickly drains every adult within hearing distance. Considering it is always a matter of time before someone screams, or

December 30, 2015

The Comfort of Familiar

Meg came back from her dad’s last night. As I tucked her in bed, tears spilled down her cheeks. I asked her what was wrong and she said she didn’t know. Her small wavering voice asked me, “Mommy, can you just be with me?”   I climbed into bed next to her and she wrapped