I made this for his memorial service.

Time passes so swiftly...

 It has been a very long time since I have written anything here on Xanga. I guess I got wrapped up in living. Or, surviving would be more accurate. Losing my Dad seemed to turn my life upside down. I saw a movie recently that depicted a woman who lost someone she loved dearly, and upon being asked how she survived, she replied that you turn into a different person sometimes in order to cope. It's been over a year since Dad's passing, and I can relate to that. I feel as though I've changed a lot, some for the good, and some not. At times I've turned to God for comfort and strength, and sometimes I've turned away, angry and confused about the ups and downs in life. I feel like I'm still changing, discovering new layers to the person that God wants me to be. Sometimes I feel very alive and aware of the good that is coming out of every hardship, and sometimes, some days, I feel as though I can barely keep going, wishing that it would all just end. Why has this been so hard? Yes, Dad was my greatest hero, my best ally, my inspiration and my friend. He was my Northern Star, always pointing me in the right direction. So of course losing him is incredibly difficult. But isn't it time to be fully healed? When does the pain end? When is God going to wipe away the final tear, and wash all the sorrow away?

All I know is that I don't have an answer. All I can do is keep trusting, and keep resting in His arms. Like the poem 'Footprints in the Sand', all I can do is keep walking, letting Him carry me whenever I need it.

"Oh that I had wings like a dove, that I could fly away and be at rest..."

My New Favorite Blog

I don't know this person, but I love her style.

http://ohjoy.blogs.com/

Seamus learning to walk...

Check out these videos of my nephew walking! Sooo cute.

http://www.youtube.com/v/vmlAT_wcFMU

http://www.youtube.com/v/XH_xkXPA4Dk