Bigger Picture Moment: Daddy

My father.

My Daddy.

My Papa.

I know that my dad has given so much for his family. He's endured crazy commutes so his family could live in a quaint little mountain town. He's moved, from house to house, state to state, for reasons I may never know. He's loved us, as only a father can.

He is the perfect earthy father, given to me by my Heavenly Father.

But I don't know that I've ever truly appreciated him as much as I do now that I have my own children.
















My father's an amazing man
Like none I've ever known

Strong in his convictions
Stubborn in his ways
Living life to the fullest
Each and everyday

When you need him he'll be there
To give you strength when you are weak
Guiding you throughout the day
When everything seems bleak

He raised his kids the best he could
And my how we have grown
We try to share everyday
The love that we were shown

My father is an amazing man
Of all, I say he's best
His love is everlasting
And I'm forever blessed




I love you, Daddy!

The Sunday Creative: Solace

Seeking peace

Purpose

Finding a greater Love

Music dances, filling the air

Worship and Praise

Lost in a moment

Joy regained

Breathing in Life

Sharing a passion

Seeking solace

Finding Him

My Bigger Picture

I'm sitting here attempting to write my Bigger Picture Moment {this is draft number three} and no matter what I write, I end up on my husband.

In my first draft, I was writing about my children and ended up writing about how supportive my husband is, especially when I'm struggling with parenting.

My second attempt at a Bigger Picture Moment, I was writing about friendship. I was lost in thought, trying to convey what happens to friendships when moving every couple years since, well, birth {in my parents defense, we moved houses a lot but we only changed school systems three times}, when my mind wandered to my husband. I've had friends come and go, some have stayed in my life while other's haven't.

My husband has played a major role in my life for almost ten years! For the first time, my best friend was with me when I moved across the world, across the Pacific and across the country.

God had a time and a place for us, we know that know. We've discovered we've been in the same place, frequented the same establishments, lived a barracks apart {twice}, and celebrated Fleet Week in the same town but never met. For those who don't know, I met my husband while we were both serving in the Middle East.

Our lives have changed with deployments, transfers, children, Christ. My "I believe there's some kind of higher power" husband is now the spiritual leader of our family. I often go to him when I can't find something in scripture. He's helped further my relationship with Christ.

Watching God work in his life has forever changed my perception.

And today, he, my amazing, spectacular, wonderful husband, is helping me see the bigger picture.

Not Here. Please Lord, Not Here...

Something happened this morning that is making me take pause.

I know we live in a wicked world, evil lurking EVERYWHERE, and it is by the grace of God that we are protected.

As I loaded the girls up in the van this afternoon for a jaunt to the grocery store my eyes were drawn across the street where a firetruck sat idle. Dozens of people milled around on the lawns, only a few in uniform, the rest were donned in cargo pants, polo shirts and drop down holsters. An older woman sat on the tailgate of a truck being checked by an EMT. Whatever had happened, had already happened, I saw no tension, no one being carted off in handcuffs. This was the period where adrenalin had calmed and the professionals were getting the job done.

I didn't want to think about what had been going on just across the street, I knew what had happened, but didn't want to know.

Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Sometimes you just don't want to know how close danger is.

How close evil is.

In my head, spin the "what ifs" and I am thankful, ever so thankful for God's loving protection. Not just for me and my family, but for the neighbor's, the people living in the surrounding condos, even for the drug dealers. Who knows what kind of damage would have been done if their concoction had failed and exploded.

For a brief moment I though we should move but then the truth came to me, no where is truly safe and you really have no idea what your neighbors are up to.

So tonight, I will hold my children a closer and pray.

And pray.

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On My Way Back

I know I've been away for a while, but I have not been far.

I went for a few months utterly lacking words, what few words did come into my mind were better suited for a journal than a public document. Nothing bad, sad, or otherwise, but better left for me at a later date {I do go back and read my journals}.

I am, slowly but surely, making my way back to the blog. I finally have stories and poetry streaming out of my head, I just need to get my fingers typing a bit more.