Family Meeting Question

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I would be lying if I said I hadn’t wondered this question before. In fact, I am actually a little afraid of the answers that the question might produce. I wonder how my kids would react to this thought, or if it might plant a seed of consideration in their heads?

In our house, we are nothing if not passionate. We love with passion and we fight with passion. It’s not always a good thing. I think we will have a little experiment with this question…

Please stand by…

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Do you ever wonder who you will be when the rug is ripped out from under you? This little quote pretty accurately describes the doorway I’ve come through. Yes, before the accident I was struggling, angry, even broken. It didn’t mean that I loved less or wished for disaster. When someone you love is in danger, you act. It really doesn’t matter if you’re mad at them when it happens or not, you act. You care.

I care.

Don’t, for even a minute, think that I ever stopped.

Journal

For nothing more than the sake of keeping the record, this is a copy of an entry I made on a discussion board last week. It is honest and raw, I wrote it when I was exhausted but needed the release:

I don’t even know how to talk about this unit. Media has not been an issue for my life in any way for about half of the time period assigned. I was able to find a way to reduce the amount of time I wasted with the app I mentioned before. And, maybe I have been given my current challenge because I’ve developed such lazy habits. For sure, I won’t be spending much time doing those things anymore. I was playing one of the games when my week hit the fast track to hell, and I don’t think I will want to play again.
This week has taught me much about providence and looking for a sign of God’s hand in the lives of those I love. Rather than being cryptic, I’m just going to spill it. I’ve been at the hospital for about 15 hours today alone, and I’m tired. I don’t have the energy to keep playing the game of this class. Real life, kids, is messy.
For the last several weeks, my husband and I have been struggling. I’m battling depression, and felt like one of Satan’s minions we talked about a few weeks ago – one who is miserable so makes everyone else miserable also. He’s been battling his own demons. Basically, tired of pretending, we’re on the brink of walking out on each other. He took some time and attended Woodbadge just a week ago. When he got home, it was like a different person. I confessed some of my secrets and he pledged to be loyal and helpful. We wanted to make it work.
On Monday, he suffered a spinal cord injury and is now paralyzed from the waist down. Suddenly, we’re thrown into this state of turmoil and have barely rededicated ourselves to one another. I mean, we already got problems!
But throughout the week, I can see little things that are in place for reasons that I cannot comprehend. I can’t deny them. This sucks. It is hard. We are devastated. But I know that God loves me and He loves my husband. I don’t have very many answers, and I know there are darker days ahead of me, but I know that much to be true.
It has nothing to do with media, sorry. It’s all I can give.

10 Journal Questions

5 rules I have broken
1. don’t sneak out
2. don’t speed
3. always wash your face before bed
4. don’t wash the Mother-in-Law’s tupperware in the dishwasher
5. go to bed early

I love the sound of
creeks and streams

This morning, when I got out of bed I
cried

What scares me the most
failure

What is the best advice I have ever been given
minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day – one thing at a time

Things on my bucket list
Greece

My favorite memory from when I was a child is
going to Grandma Helen’s house

What do you wish for
my kids to have what they need

If you could be a character from a book, who would you be?
“Scout” Finch from To Kill A Mockingbird