Choices...

Everyday we are faced with choices. Choices that shape who we are and who we aspire to be. This week has been a huge trial for us as we have been faced with very difficult choices. Through prayer and fasting we have come up with a plan that best fits our family. Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers this time.

Please also keep in your prayers my friend Hiedi. One of the people I attribute my childrens character to. She is being faced with trials that completly dwarf ours right now and could really use prayer.

As I began this year I felt the burden of change but yet the relief of peace for this new season. I had no clue it would all come on so soon or exactly in this order. But all I can hold on to is that the hand of God is on the situation. As we cry out to him daily, that is the source of my peace. This week has been surreal with emotions and heartache. A true stomach turning emotional rollercoaster. Our family is stronger and rock solid, but still our struggle continues. I can not thank God enough for bringing me my husband James and revealing to me just what a man he is and what his potential is. With every trail that we face we become more solid, and I am reminded of just how much I love him.

Thank you for your love and prayers.

~Liz

Therapuetic

Yesterday I found myself full of emotion. Overwhelmed once again but this time with the everday normal stuff. And for these days I am thankful. The normal days as stressful as they may be, I longed for them as I spent each morning preparing for the juggling of Sawyer's therapy and Jackson's Preschool. I stil remember the chaos that I called life just hoping for a normal day to take a break and breathe. Well now that those are here, I promise to always remember them as a blessing regardless of what each day may bring. Things have been a little crazy here as some of you may know. Although the reality of life may try and tear down my joy, Nothing can take away my miracles and keep me from being an overcomer.

This LO, caught me by surprise. I walked into our kitchen and found my daughter lining up lotion bottles. Something that I would have feared (as a sign of Autism) before but now find comfort in as just a normal childhood behavior. Just before fear was ready to grip me, I remembered that I am past that. But I couldn't pass up this opportunity to record my thoughts.

Fear No More

Journaling-

I never would have thought that lotion lined up would bring me to tears.Although the days of worrying about Autism in our house have passes. I still cannot forget the wonderous miracle of what we have overcome.I am no longer a prisoner of fear, but yet a casualty of hope.