In the space of six short months, my father-in-law was killed in a car accident, my mother died, and the brother closest to my age lost his battle to lung cancer. Two months after that, my husband’s job in Denver disappeared, necessitating weekly plane trips to Dallas to work. Midway through that year, my husband fell and broke his ankle, ended up with two ankle surgeries and a life-threatening staph infection, and another job loss at the end of that year. Within months of returning home permanently, our church fell apart and we faced another significant health challenge. And just three short weeks ago, a man we all loved fell to his death while climbing one of Colorado’s Fourteeners.
I’ve been writing as I am able, but really, I’ve just been trying to keep my head above water. I’ve been clinging. And whilst I’m clinging, I am attempting to determine God’s will for me today. For every today. And for every tomorrow.
I hope you’ll come along.