This put a smile on my face. For anyone who has taken the time to read something I’ve written, it’s almost like they are a friend who I’m opening my heart and thoughts to. Both the lighthearted and funny kind to the heart-wrenching and agonizing kind. This website has become a part of me, just like Mari was while on this earth and continues to be while in heaven.
For some people things they may read may just be words to them. But they’re so much more to me. They’re a part of my soul. No, not everyone may agree with what I write. That’s okay. God didn’t make us all alike. Quite frankly it might be a little boring if we were. My sincerest hope is that no matter what I write and no matter who reads it that people can tell it’s from my heart.
Mari’s death brought out something in me I think was dormant. God waited to show me my gift for writing until just the right time. Life has been anything but easy for me. The culmination of hard times came to fruition the day Mari died. Over that next couple of years God worked in my life to show me some of what He has in store for me. To be honest, it wasn’t until almost two years ago this coming January that I started to call myself a writer. Once I did, it was so freeing. To know God granted me this gift, the thanks I have doesn’t even come close to the gratitude I feel.
We may not understand in those moments why a tragedy happens. But God does. Everything happens for His glory. Even if that means taking a precious 8 1/2-year-old little girl with severe autism who could light up a room with her smile to be home with Him. We may not understand why. But that’s okay. God does and that’s what counts.