Plans don't always pan out. Somedays you just have to turn the car around and drive in a different direction. That is how my week has been. Tuesday, Tillie and I drove the 45 minutes to sign language arrived early and sat in the parking lot. Within minutes we both agreed we were exhausted and wouldn't be able to focus. As I was driving home listening to my brilliant daughter, I knew I didn't regret making the seemingly wasted trip to Santa Fe.
Last night, I was looking forward to going to see Kutlass live on the 5th no less. Kutlass sings 'What Faith Can Do' which had a great impact on our Ryan's life and on us through his death. Since he left us on the 5th I thought it was perfect to see this amazing group of young men perform a song that so impacted me and those I love.
On the way down, my friend Pat called and told me her sweet granddaughter had fallen. I was 100 miles from my house but I knew I was not up to going to this sure to be amazing concert alone. Tillie and a friend were going to meet us later when they got off work but the thought of going alone to save seats was more than I could manage. Although I didn't want to flake on Til I knew it was time to once again turn my car around and head home. Wasted trip? Not really.
Tanner is home for the weekend so we ended up watching Whitney, a hysterical new sitcom, together and laughing our heads off. I am so blessed to have my children in my life. With each passing day I miss Ry but his life and death taught us to cherish moments together.
Yesterday it has been 19 months since my son took his life. I have been obsessively playing 'I Can Only Imagine' over and over. Knowing Ry no longer has to imagine but is seeing Jesus face to face comforts me. But oh how I miss his silly laugh and goofy smile.
I thank God for taking better care of my son than I ever could. When will I learn to stop worrying about those I love and simply pray?
In Him,
Joyful
11-4-11
Last night, I was looking forward to going to see Kutlass live on the 5th no less. Kutlass sings 'What Faith Can Do' which had a great impact on our Ryan's life and on us through his death. Since he left us on the 5th I thought it was perfect to see this amazing group of young men perform a song that so impacted me and those I love.
On the way down, my friend Pat called and told me her sweet granddaughter had fallen. I was 100 miles from my house but I knew I was not up to going to this sure to be amazing concert alone. Tillie and a friend were going to meet us later when they got off work but the thought of going alone to save seats was more than I could manage. Although I didn't want to flake on Til I knew it was time to once again turn my car around and head home. Wasted trip? Not really.
Tanner is home for the weekend so we ended up watching Whitney, a hysterical new sitcom, together and laughing our heads off. I am so blessed to have my children in my life. With each passing day I miss Ry but his life and death taught us to cherish moments together.
Yesterday it has been 19 months since my son took his life. I have been obsessively playing 'I Can Only Imagine' over and over. Knowing Ry no longer has to imagine but is seeing Jesus face to face comforts me. But oh how I miss his silly laugh and goofy smile.
I thank God for taking better care of my son than I ever could. When will I learn to stop worrying about those I love and simply pray?
In Him,
Joyful
11-4-11
Walking and praying with you dear sister. Two daughters attempted suicide and I am never free from worry. It has to be in God's hands. Only He knows what is between Him and our children. Blessings.
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Peggy, I worry so much about my living children. I know I need to just trust their lives to His hands. My power to protect is so limited. Praying and trusting is our only hope. I will pray for your girls. Your mother's heart is in my prayers also.
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