So I quit blogging for a long time. I felt like I didn't have anything good to say while I was deep in grief over my dad. There were a few other reasons as well, and I've decided that they don't matter anymore. I'm constantly writing in my head, it's therapy for me. I'm ready to throw some thoughts out there again. If for no other reason, the therapy of clearing my head. God has been working in my heart and mind and I'd like to tie some loose ends together. For Him...so He gets the glory. Not to point at me in any way. His grace is amazing and I'm humbled that He never gave up on me.
One more thing..if any of my peeps read this...would you start praying for me about one thing? I'm going to speak at October's Latte...to kick off the year and make my "retirement" official. I'm excited and nervous. It is a culminating event for me on many levels.
Latte started out of grieving for Grace and ended for me with the death of my dad. In the middle there was autism. It's interesting to me ..the timing of it all. God uses us when we're empty. Maybe that's the perfect time. Maybe when I thought I had it all together, it would've just been about me and that thought makes me want to throw up (going with the theme of Porter's sermon today.)
Anyway...here I am. The pain is not so intense and I'm thankful that God really does take our ashes and makes something beautiful out of them. This was the fiercest battle so far and I long for everyone to taste the everlasting water that Jesus has given me. I've only had a few drops and He has so much more.....
