The One That's Hard to Write...

You know...I'm willing to write about the good stuff - the good days - the good moments - even the not so good ones that have a funny twist or end up with a lesson learned and everything tied up in a pretty little bow. I always fail at writing about the real nitty gritty stuff...In past, when I've had blogs, they've lasted only as long as the good stuff has. They've lasted until David got laid off, or until my Grandma died, or until I didn't know how I was going to make it through...they never lasted any longer. I'm determined that this one is going to be different.

This weekend, has been by far the most harrowing weekend of my life. I've experienced fear and shock like I never have before. The image of seeing your good, sweet, honest, hard-working loved one hobble down a hallway, in an orange jumpsuit, being treated like a criminal - not knowing when you'll see them again, not having any answers for them - and just hoping that they makes it through this trial - is one that haunts you. It steals your breath away. Freezes your heart. Makes your hopes and dreams seem ridiculous - when all you want is to know that someone is going to be okay.

God worked some miracles. He once again surrounded me with support and reminded me of why my God Father is called God Father - because he truly is a gift from God. When I looked into my Dad's face Thursday night, separated by a plexiglass wall, our hands on the window to find some sort of comfort - even though he had fear in his eyes, and a feebleness that was so visual it shook me to the core - he told me - God has a plan, Britt. He's never failed me. He never will. Help me trust in Him, one more time.

To make an endless story short - God did work a miracle. Not that Dad got out - for his innocence was known before this was even started - but that he got out Friday instead of having to stay the weekend, he was protected, and he is home with us now.

I don't have all the answers. I could ask why - again - and again - and again - and again - but until He fails me - I don't have to know why. I can rest in the comfort that He has a plan.

I don't have any pretty little bows. I don't have any wit or humor to add to this. I have a hope and a belief that He will work all things out according to His will - and for today - I'm standing on that.