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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December 10, 2015

Holding Baby Jesus

Our nativity scene is one figure too short. Wouldn’t be such a big deal if it wasn’t baby Jesus. He pretty much makes or breaks the scene.   This year he isn’t tucked between Mary and Joseph. The shepherds, wise men, and animals are all gazing toward an empty space.   As for baby Jesus,

December 7, 2015

Looking Ahead The Right Way

I sat in the car looking at the kid’s picture with Santa, and all I could do was sigh. I wanted to smile, I wanted to laugh, but didn’t have it in me.   They both looked so sweet and adorable. Evan telling Santa he wanted a helicopter, Meg saying hay and carrots for her

December 3, 2015

When God Splits Rocks

At times something will happen, an act, a comment, a gift, or a conversation, and all I see is God’s handiwork. I see His love and provision poured out from others, and I wonder if they know the blessing they’re bestowing.   Today Union Bank showed up to give my family a “Miracle Moment”. Channel

November 30, 2015

When Dread Gets the Best of Me

I keep avoiding looking at the calendar and planning anything in December. With Thanksgiving behind us, and the last days of November ticking by, I know I’m going to have to face it. In 2 weeks, we’ll be heading back to Houston.   I don’t like having to think about how Meg will do on

November 25, 2015

Giving Thanks for the Worst Year Ever

When I look at my life from this world’s view, it makes me want to cry. For all obvious reasons, it doesn’t leave many feelings of gratitude. Awful situations, unpleasant moments, and times I was proven wrong thinking life wouldn’t get any worse, have formed an extensive list of what I am most unthankful for.

November 23, 2015

When Prayers are Done

Last night Meg’s prayer didn’t include God fixing the bubble in her head. I couldn’t believe she failed to mention it, not when every prayer she’s said since July has had it in. I asked her if she forgot and she replied, “No. I’m done praying for it Mom. I am tired of it. God

November 16, 2015

When Breathing’s Not Enough

As Meg cries and falls to the floor like a rag doll, I take a breath and close my eyes. I’ve heard it’s supposed to be calming or cleansing, but I don’t exactly feel either. Instead the thought of running out of the house screaming came to mind.   Oh the lure of fantasy temptations…