Three days ago we scattered my father's ashes in the Puget Sound. A place he'd always loved. The week leading up to the memorial was rough and emotions ran high with everyone. I wanted nothing more than to forget about the whole thing and keep my father's ashes on my shelf, because as soon as they were removed from their place of honor, lonliness enveloped me. He'd been there since February, a constant companion in my home. It was time to let him go, but I wasn't sure I was ready.
On January 31, 2015, my father passed away. In the last few months he had become someone I didn't recognize--the man with strong convictions and an analytic mind had disappeared. In his place was someone who was angry, and emotional. In all my years growing up I can count on one hand the number of… Continue reading Heal My Heart, LORD
I've fallen behind on chronicling my walk of Faith, not because it isn't important to me--it truly is. The last several weeks have been crazy, busy, and emotionally draining. My father was diagnosed with Prostate Cancer, so we've been going through the steps to start treatment. There has been a lot of prayers coming from… Continue reading Falling Behind