Monday, March 4, 2013
There's a lot of change going on around here. But after all is said and done, it's a good change. It's shifting our focus from "stuff" to experience, and bringing us all closer together, literally and figuratively. Even though it seems like stability is on shaky ground, it's not; moving from place to place and shifting from wants to needs is not so bad after all. Crossing out goals and making new ones together has been wonderful. Yes, that saying that God won't give you more than you can handle...sometimes it seems like it can't get any worse and you are going to break, but then you realize perspective isn't always the truth either. When you see new light shed on your family, the good comes out and you get so excited you can hardly wait for the next step. We are going to be just fine. Do you hear that, world? Just fine. In case you were wondering.
I had jury duty today. My trials seem small compared to what the defendant has been facing and will face in the coming days while his fate is decided by 12, of which I am not a part of. There are much greater trials, I know, than what we have faced the past month. And reality for this man, a child, really, is being decided in the courts. I can only imagine how his momma feels right now. How his family feels. How the victims and their families feel. That is what excruciating must feel like to them. I don't know how they can stand it.
I guess with all of this rambling, what I mean to say is that I know who holds the future. So I will pray for my family, for my kids, and for our adventure. And I will pray for the trial that I witnessed the beginning of today, and for all the parties involved. And I will be...am...thankful that it won't be so long until my kids are all home again, and I know that what we are doing is right.
Hug your babies tight. Every day.
Thanks for reading.
Posted by Trina Curran at 6:04 PM
How Feed the Birdies flew in....
Once upon a time two little boys ate Happy Meals in the middle seat of a Ford minivan. Not quite willing to eat the last few fries, they launched them out the door screaming, "feed the birdies!!" And so my journal of a road through motherhood and wifedom, with a little bit of crafting on the side...where everybirdy gets a french fry. And we're all happy about it.