Life Goes On.
Because life goes on, even in the moments you wish like biscuits and gravy time would stand still. Life has been a roller coaster these last few weeks. The five of us all scattered about and Samuel being a first class travel champ. I've wrecked myself as a Mom and as a Nana, having it in my mind how his 1st Christmas would be. A Christmas morning full of Joy, Church, a big family breakfast, spending the day watching Christmas movies and Sam passed out in a sea of new toys...#bitter
Christmas Eve, I cried and sang to the Lord sitting in a dark quiet room as Daddy slept. It was a long 7 hours in fear I wouldn't get there in time. Christmas and the days that followed are an exhausting blur. Waiting, Praying, crying, fighting with doctors and trying to stay strong, when I was falling apart in the Arms of Jesus.
Moving Daddy to Hospice and feeling completely broken leaving him to come home for a week. But while I was gone, God Moved. He moved Daddy to drink, to eat, sit up and even talk. He moved Daddy to improve daily and has now moved him back home, holding steady.
God is still moving, working and hearing our prayers... #grateful
Tonight as I watched my family open their Christmas gifts 3 weeks late, without the dead Christmas tree I threw out yesterday and the smile on this boys face, my heart sank.
I felt the Holy Spirit whisper "You can't be Grateful And Bitter." It's one or the other.
You can't have both... #conviction
Things are inevitably going to go wrong or different than we had planned...it's all about how you react and adapt to it. #withhonorandglory