Never Alone

     When I started this blog back in April, I had every intention of writing at least once a week, but as you can see that hasn’t happened.  Life gets in the way sometimes and you just can’t help but get swept away in its flow.
     I’m not going to pretend I’m some great writer, filled with really cool metaphors, similes, and allusions; in fact I’m not going to pretend I am spelling any of those words correctly. (I thank God for Microsoft Word and Spell Check.)
     So here is what life has thrown my way in the past month, for those of you who are at all curious.
     Monday, May 2nd, I began having serious cramps and other symptoms that led me to believe that I was having my very first miscarriage.  As I rushed to the doctor, my husband Daniel on his way as well, I prayed that it would not be true.  I knew better and I can’t describe to you the grief I went through over the next few days as my body rejected our first child.  It was hard to process that all of a sudden, the baby that we had been praying over was gone.  I had started a journal that I had hoped to give to our little one the day they moved away from home.  It broke my heart to write one final entry in it’s almost barren pages.  Regardless, my husband and I have full faith in God, what His plan is for our lives and the lives of our children.  We mourned, but we did not mourn as those who have no hope.
     Bring on Friday, May 6th.  For me it was a great day of service to our church and school as I helped with our annual golf tournament which raises scholarship money for our students.  When I got home that evening my husband sat me down to tell me that my step-mother Stacy had died the night before.  He found out early that morning and I can’t imagine how he must have felt all day, waiting to tell me this news.  My heart broke anew, still fragile from the loss of our sweet child.
     We quickly made arrangements to fly out that next day to TX to be with my father.  Daniel remained with me for a week, before reluctantly having to return home.  I was able to stay for an additional week as I helped sort through clothing and possessions which no longer had an owner.  The first week we held the small funeral service followed two days later by Stacy’s inurnment.  I led the funeral service and it was not easily done, but I loved Stacy and I love my father.
     Many have asked me how I’m doing going through these stinky circumstances so close to each other.  My answer…
     I’m doing alright.  My God is greater than anything life throws at my feet, because God has allowed it to be placed there and He does have a purpose.  Our faith will not be shaken, for there is nothing that can separate us from the LOVE God has for us through Jesus Christ.
     I hope to get back to actually writing a blog and if life throws another curveball, we know we will be ready, because we are never alone…

3 thoughts on “Never Alone

  1. Heather, I'm sending you hugs right now. You've been through a lot lately! Life can be rough sometimes. But it can also be beautiful."Well, I'm not saying I'd like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely."God bless you and keep you and cause His face to shine upon you in Jesus' Name. ~ Rachel


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