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Greif hit today. Then rage. For many things… Things too hard to flesh out right now. I’m weary of ‘fleshing’… I want to just focus on… anything else really. Then I remembered… Or rather was gently reminded. That still small voice… The One who gently corrects. The One who calls me an heir… The One who allowed this miraculous “grafting in.” He holds my tears. They didn’t go unnoticed. Not then. Not now. Not tomorrow. He never promised to explain the purpose of the pain. B

The question we need to ask ourselves continually is so simple.... Yet profound. It's the same question we pose to ourselves.... Our kids. And our grandson one day too. Who do you serve?

Forgive. Love your enemies. Bless those who curse you. Continue to love people. Pray for those who insult you. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

With a touch of tenderness… and a sip of Living Water… We begin to transform into the image who we are meant to be. A drink of fresh hope infused into our veins allows us to stand a little taller… straighter… and the color to comes back to our bloom.

People have asked how they can help us. Prayer is where it starts. And the website is a good place too.

Do we really love the fact that our Shepherd would leave 99 ‘well-behaved’ sheep… to find the one...

How do you respond when the phrase, "As in the days of Noah," isn't what you always thought it would be? ...Not just people eating and drinking and being given in marriage, but so much more... Wicked.... WHAT IN THE WORLD DID I THINK THE WORD 'WICKED' ACTUALLY MEANT??? It wasn't this. You guys... It wasn't this. How do we answer our kids? HOW?!?!?!

How could I claim to trust God... When I was so burnt out from trying to survive? I felt like a fraud in some ways. Was it trust? Or self sufficiency? Did I trust enough to alleviate fear? Or was it just a mantra.... My faith only a good luck charm that I wore?

It's kind of surreal to watch as this falls into place.