I miss writing. The kind of writing that involves more than the quick status update. I had every desire and intention to be more purposeful in writing daily...starting January 1st. Here it is 26 days in. Our foresight doesn't always match the future He has yet to unfold. In the past 26 days our oldest had an emergency appendectomy, my father lost his 3 year battle to leukemia and won his place in heaven, and our youngest had a febrile seizure. There were other major life events that I cannot even bring myself yet to type out. Mixed into all that still were the loads of dirty laundry, the many tummy's to feed and boo boos to be kissed, dirt to be swept and hearts to be held. I lay down my daily agenda to accept His. I lift up my goals and say, "You Choose Lord". May this year be filled searching for Him in everything and offering up my life and time to fulfill His purpose in me, our marriage, family and home.
We were on our way back to college after a fun weekend trip to a friends home. The windows were down to allow at least the breeze in since it was scorching hot outside and this car had no air-conditioning, in fact, we were lucky it ran at all. And with the windows down, we actually had a nice cross breeze with the holes in the floor board.We were singing to whatever song we could find on the stations in the middle of Kansas on some little mostly unknown highway. It was the quickest route between Manhattan and Wichita. There are many things in life to fear and many things to fear in the flat lands . I had been in Wichita on two separate occasions when there were tornadoes , but this threat was even worse. On a long stretch of quiet highway we enjoyed the beautiful sights of the pastures and sky. There were several tractors working in the fields and mowing in the ditches. Up ahead of us, there was something covering the entire road for as far as we could see. As we neared, it lo
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