The last few weeks have been excruciating. Like heart-stopping, can't breathe, drowning in the ocean, horrible.
We had known my dad was sick. We just had no clue how sick. He went from bad to worse over night. So many days and evenings have been spent in an ICU waiting room, praying, hoping, believing, that things are going get better.
I don't even know how I've survived but not for grace. I went from angry to confused, from confused to frustrated, and from frustrated to just being. As the shock has worn off I've been able to cling to the Father and rest in knowing that "all things work together for good."
It's hard to feel so helpless. I know the prayers of many are all that is keeping me afloat. Cancer is horrible. It's no respecter of persons and it devastates families.
But in the midst of all of this I still have little ones to raise, and educate. I've been all the more thankful for our basic philosophy of education during this time. It allows us freedom and flexibility. Even more it allows us to be together.
I'm thankful for my family and all the help that they've given me; and for friends who have watched my children in a hospital waiting room and cafeteria when I know there were better things they could be doing.
It's been hard, but we're blessed. At times I want to run away, but instead I know I must press in. I know this fight is really only just beginning and everyday must be viewed as a victory.
Today we ventured out to one of our favorite spots. We got stuck with cactus spines, and witnessed the majesty of our creator. Which pretty much sums up the last few weeks.
Life's not all flowers and sunshine. Some times it hurts. But through it all the Almighty still reigns.


































