Wednesday, October 14, 2015


Taking selfie-style photos with my girlies is not unusual for us.
I am glad I am not afraid or hesitant to take photos with my children. 
There was a time when I would look at the photos of me
 before my accident and weep.  I don't weep as much anymore.  
(Except for last night when I had a slight breakdown).
My life just changed so abruptly.  I often feel like my accident was like a dear friend who died suddenly.  I've used this analogy before, but so much just died on August 16, 2008.  
I miss the day-to-day, I miss my life in AZ, 
I miss my little children, I miss my schedule, 
the way my house smelled, or when I watered the plants on my porch 
at exactly 12:35, just in time for Claire's bus to pull up to 
our house and drop her off from Kindergarten.
 I miss hearing Mr. Nielson drive down our street on his way home from work, 
I miss teaching yoga, and I miss Lindsay Jones.
But whether the accident happened or not, we are bound to grow and change.  
It was just faster and harder than usual, and sometimes that makes me sad.
I hope my message of the healing power of Christ and seeing the good in change
even when it's hard, will come across in my thoughts.
I want them to know that they have so much potential, strength and passion.
And that can carry them far on the days that are most difficult-
as it has for me in my darkest hours.