Keeping the Faith

I'm back. I've been a little out of the loop on posting. I think I was stuck in a bubble, but I'm out now. It's amazing to me how life can be so overwhelming on so many fronts.

Nobody said raising 4 kids would be easy. Every time a new child is brought into our family, our dynamics gets thrown off and it takes awhile to get back on track. Meanwhile you wonder if you hindered the family by adding to it, yet knowing in the back of your mind that all will work out just fine, and the joys of the chaos is the reward. And yes, CHAOS is the perfect word for our household.

Then there is the world around us. We are all forced to come out of our bubble once in awhile and realize that we can not hide from tragedy, but learn and share in the sorrow. 9/11, what an incredible day. Tragedy strikes and strangers gather together as family to comfort, grieve, share ones stories. A day to remember for so many obvious reasons. BUT WHAT ABOUT THOSE DAYS WE DON'T REMEMBER. The day that a child is born with a terminal illness and fights to stay alive, or a mother is forced to choose between her life and her child's and she chooses the child's, or when a plane crashes with a mother and father aboard and four children are left behind in wonderment when there parents will return home, not knowing that life will never be the same, or when someone makes a fatal error causing the deaths of 20+ people. Theses are the days that change us for the better, however time heals and those moments are forgotten and we can't remember what made the impact that changed our lives.. I would love to never forget these moments and embed them in my memory, but then we retreat to our bubbles and time forgets.

I don't want to be in the bubble if it is going to make me forget, and I don't want to have such tragedy shake me out of the bubble.

I ask that everyone prays for the families of 9/11 victims, pray for those involved in the train crashes this passed Friday that took the lives of so many, pray for all those that suffer with decisions, hardships, and healing. We are not immune.

I find that I often, and I mean often struggle with many inner demons, yet that answer to my struggles are right there, in my prayers.

It took a weekend of relaxing on the lake, hanging out with friends for me to regroup and rid myself of those demons. the lord has blessed me with so much and I am eternally grateful.

Check out some pics of our weekend at Bass lake