This isn’t what it looks like. It looks like I’m taking pictures of my grandsons enjoying the fort I made them. What it really is, is me documenting proof the Lord really does restore the years the locust have eaten.
What can I tell you to make you understand the magnitude of Gods grace represented here? Would you even believe me? Or would you think it simply good fortune and hard work that brought me to this place?
I’m sitting on the floor, quietly watching them play in wonder (it never gets old) while my daughter rests up. They’re best friends as you can see.
Palmer, two front teeth missing, looked at me over the dinner table tonight and said, “you’re pretty Morai” then giggled with his mouth full and spaghetti on his face. He’s always the cheeky one, and my husband put him up to it, but even those words are a miracle.
It’s such a long story, and if you know me, you already know it. I’ve never been one to keep secrets. If you don’t then let me tell you this, When you come by my page and get a window into my life, if it looks orderly and peaceful, filled with blessings and love, there was a day 31 years ago where I was a scared teenager alone in a dark room in the middle of the night, listening to thunder and watching lightening flash on the wall while trying to breath through the pain of bringing a daughter into the world I didn’t know if I would ever see again.
It would be 19 years of praying and writing letters until I did. That daughter is mom to these boys before me now, who I get to spoil and snuggle and tuck in every night for the next 4 days.
The road from that dark stormy night until this place was long, but peppered with miracles of grace too numerous to count. So if you happen by my home, or family, here, or in person, just remember, it wasn’t always this way