Helping. Healing. Caring.
It’s who he is, woven into the fabric of how he lives, how he loves, how he serves, he IS love. My husband, the man who God chose for me, the father of my children, he is my love, but more importantly, he is who God appointed to raise up our babies. From the […]
That was the very last question I remember you asking me…I can still here your sing-song voice asking me as your arms were wrapped around my neck. On your birthday, at just 5 years old, you asked me what it was like when you were born. Honestly, I was speechless for a moment, then I […]
in short-I seriously thought my husband got struck by lightning today. Not kidding. And I honestly felt like I wouldn’t even have been surprised. That’s really what our life has felt like for the last 9 months. A merry go round of sadness, frustration, fear, pain and complete crap-a** circumstances. One hurdle after another. This […]
and their tears are falling down… I should have known they’d be with me. Someway, somehow, They always are. It’s my first visit to Tennessee since “the accident.” My first trip without my other half. My anchor. My Charles. The other anchor in my life, my other sweet Sammy, rode shotgun […]
I read a poem recently about the shoes I walk in.The shoes I never wanted to wear-the ones of a grieving mother. And then I thought…What about HIS shoes? The grieving father and the shoes HE must wear? The man whose heart is just as broken as mine-yet he stands in the shadows with his […]
“go back to that place, you know, the one where Mercy & Sam’s bodies are?” Umm…I was speechless for just a minute, then recovered enough to try and give that sweet little 6 year old boy an answer that would make sense to his confused mind and broken heart. To say today was difficult might […]
to the sound of pouring rain. The world around me reflecting the state of my heart, the trees catching the tears of the heavens, the rumbles of my anger filling the sky. Dreary, dull, dark. I am frankly so angry at their absence today that I cannot put together a complete thought-So I simply prayed […]
without Mercy & Sam. While it seems as though the days have lasted 100 hours instead of 24, that each minute crawls by, my thoughts constantly consumed by the absence of my sweet beans, the month also appeared to speed by like an old movie reel on fast forward- tape flying everywhere, grainy images […]
in my arms I held him tight. So surprised was I to feel his hug,a deeper hole in my heart was dug. But blessed was I to see his face,to feel the love of his warm embrace.I pray Mercy will soon inhabit my dreams,giving me kisses and dancing in bright moonbeams.When morning comes I’ll still […]
was really all I ever wanted to be. But I really think it scared me for the longest time. That thought of being responsible for another human being. Being entrusted with a tiny little life, self, heart and soul. How on earth could I possibly do that when most of the time I didn’t seem […]