Five Minute Friday is back again, and this week the title is "wonder". Nothing comes immediately to mind, but here I go...
I wonder what the future holds? So many promises and so many dreams. So many forgotten thoughts and so many thoughts tucked away for a later date.
I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that God brought me from where I was to where I am now. I have no doubt that I am walking in His will and way for my life. I don't question that I am supposed to be just where I am right now.
I mean I never dreamed I would be a stay at home mom of three; I never dreamed I would be living here in Beaumont; I never dreamed I would be living the American dream really.
I didn't have fairytale dreams of white picket fences, two dogs, and a cat. I dreamed of traveling the world writing, teaching, sharing the gospel, but for now God has other plans for my life.
So I wonder how my past and preparation will eventually tie into my future. I wonder if I'll get to share the mission field experience with those three beautiful children and the amazing husband that I wouldn't trade for all the traveling in the world.
I wonder what's next???
Friday, June 24, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
5 Minute Friday
I have recently stumbled upon this blog, and decided to join her in an exercise in writing. So here it goes...
HOME
Home is our safe place. It is where we go to be with the ones we love the most. It is the place we kiss our husbands goodnight and rock our babies to sleep, but what happens when that safeness is suddenly ripped away from you?
Over the past few years I have been too close to too many tragic deaths. Marc, MawMaw Fontenot, Treyson, Ali, and now Little Brian.
A week from tomorrow is the day that I saw that precious little lifeless body being pulled out of the pool. I heard his daddy yelling at him to wake up while he pounded on his baby's chest. I heard his mom and big sister crying out. I heard my little girls praying out loud for a miracle. I heard sirens and more sirens. I heard kids asking their parents what was happening. I heard parents telling their children to hush and go.
It was a whirlwind of craziness yet it was all happening in super slow motion.
I literally met the family minutes prior to the accident, yet I feel like my life has been forever changed by that quick encounter.
His home must be a different place today because I know mine is. I can do nothing to ease their pain or bring their baby back into their home; all I can do is be thankful for the comfort in my own.
I no longer want to scream when Leif wakes me up four times in one night or when Eisley hangs on for a little longer than I wanted to sit still or when Collette asks to help me with every single task I am working on. I am thankful for each and every breath that comes out of those little bodies making this our home.
HOME
Home is our safe place. It is where we go to be with the ones we love the most. It is the place we kiss our husbands goodnight and rock our babies to sleep, but what happens when that safeness is suddenly ripped away from you?
Over the past few years I have been too close to too many tragic deaths. Marc, MawMaw Fontenot, Treyson, Ali, and now Little Brian.
A week from tomorrow is the day that I saw that precious little lifeless body being pulled out of the pool. I heard his daddy yelling at him to wake up while he pounded on his baby's chest. I heard his mom and big sister crying out. I heard my little girls praying out loud for a miracle. I heard sirens and more sirens. I heard kids asking their parents what was happening. I heard parents telling their children to hush and go.
It was a whirlwind of craziness yet it was all happening in super slow motion.
I literally met the family minutes prior to the accident, yet I feel like my life has been forever changed by that quick encounter.
His home must be a different place today because I know mine is. I can do nothing to ease their pain or bring their baby back into their home; all I can do is be thankful for the comfort in my own.
I no longer want to scream when Leif wakes me up four times in one night or when Eisley hangs on for a little longer than I wanted to sit still or when Collette asks to help me with every single task I am working on. I am thankful for each and every breath that comes out of those little bodies making this our home.
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