On this day, sometime between 5:30am and 7:32am, 8 weeks ago, the LOVE of my life departed for heaven.

I wish I could say the ache has eased. That somehow, perhaps by divine intervention, all is well. But quite honestly the exact opposite is stirring. Emotions for all of us, are running a muck. The whole gamete of feelings are unraveling at full speed now. The worst part for me is watching this feast of devastation unleash on my sons. But this is HIS will, HIS plan. So we will keep wrapping ourselves in scripture and begging for mercy.

Most pathetically, the enemy and his minions, appear to be lurking at every corner waiting to pounce, especially on my vulnerable boys. I cant tell you how many times over the past eight weeks my phone has rang with a caller bearing troublesome news regarding the antics of my children. I know we are under attack! And as Christians, it's to be expected. The enemy looks for a window of opportunity and death has created that opportunity.

So today I am praying for steadfast vigilance. Praying for a blanket of holy protection. Praying for God to show my boys how to channel their emotions, mostly anger, and turn their enormous loss from "pain to power". I pray God shows them the path they walk today, was hand laid for them by HIM. That He has a plan for goodness, and not to harm them. That HE holds them daily, loves them and will NEVER let them go!