discoveringdesaray

My family has been rocked to the core this week. Shocked out of our routine and safe world into an unknown and unforeseen tragedy. We are at a loss. Some are falling apart. Others going through the motions. Some doing what must be done while grieving and barely holding on. All of us coming to grips, in our personal ways, that life will never be the same again-no matter what the final outcome of this situation. I'm not sure how to process what I've seen. The shock was enough to stop time for me. But I fell into a familiar pattern, "this will be the same as the other scares we have had". But it isn't. It won't be like anything we have ever had to face. We have all watched and cried and asked how. We have all encouraged and put on the brave face and smiled through our pain. We have all sunk, exhausted, into our beds and stared at the ceiling wondering what just happened and what will tomorrow hold. I'm not alone. But I can't speak for anyone else'...

I was reading ice breakers today, trying to find the perfect one for tonight's first small group meeting at my home. I came across one about mentors. It wanted the members to share about a person that has helped to mold them and instantly Valerie came to mind. How could she not, in all honesty? We laugh over and over about how we first met and I tease her about her stalking tendencies. In reality though, it was all the Lord. He answered my wondering, almost immediately, about finding the right small group for me and my children. He sent Martha to sit next to a total stranger and introduce herself and ask if I belong to a small group. Then she immediately recommended Valerie and Bart. Okay, I know the Bart guy from the preschool room. Later, Bart has to call me back about yet another issue with my little guy. But instead of kicking him out the way so many others did, he kept him in and sent me back to service. When I went to pick him up later, there was my son getting in trouble...