Hello My Friends,
I know it’s been a while since I wrote a post, but things have been so busy that I have not had the time to really do anything but go, go, go. School started and it seems like the past few weeks we have been doing nothing but back to school shopping….I really don’t think I want to see the inside of a store for quite some time.
Today I want to share something a little more personal. Still encouraging, but also an inside look into my family.
So the first day of school was Wednesday, August 10th, 2016 for my daughter Kristin and my son Devonte. As much as we tried to be excited about this day, it was a little hard.
Kristin started her last year of high school and that alone is a bag full of emotions. The excitement and the sadness of knowing that this is the start and the end of twelve years of school. In ten months she will enter into the world of being an adult
Devonte started 3rd grade which he was excited about until the end of the day.He wanted to go back to 2nd grade because in 3rd grade there was no more sitting on the carpet. 3rd grade is just sitting in your seat all day of course with a recess in between but the chairs are not at all comfortable. He quickly received a “Welcome to School” from Kristin.
The excitement of this day was dampened by something that took place the day before.
You see in May of 2014 a little doggie named Charlie found her way into our lives. A friend of Kristin’s found her wandering the streets along with another dog. This friend posted on social media that she had these dogs and they needed a home. Kristin and Devonte both had been wanting a dog, but not I. Having a dog is a lot of responsibility and 99% of the time the responsibility falls to so one other than the kids. Kristin asked if we could just go take a look, I agreed just to look, but as you know it God has a way of setting aside your will for his to be done.
Charlie stole our heart and we took her home. She had a few issues health wise that needed to be taken care of but other than that she was a really good dog. Her age was estimated to be around 14 years old when we got her, but people always thought she was just a puppy.
Fast forward to Saturday, August 6th, 2016 she got sick and went downhill quickly. We had to make a decision that I wish upon no one and we had to put her to sleep Tuesday, August 9, 2016.
I know that she was just a dog, as some people have said, but in reality she was not. She was a part of our family and she loved us unconditionally and we loved her. She brought comfort to us all and was always so happy when we walked through the door at the end of the day.
My heart hurt to see her go and it hurt, even more, to see Kristin and Devonte crying like there was no tomorrow. I knew at that moment that I had to set aside my sadness and help them to understand. I tried my best to comfort them, but at one point I ran out of words and didn’t know what else to do.
It was then that it hit me “Hello” maybe you should try praying. So the next round of tears I took each one of them separately into my arms and I said let us pray. I prayed and ask God to comfort them and to also give them strength to continue on.
Even though the prayers were for them, it in turned helped me as well. I was able to show strength and separated myself from my emotions giving me the ability to talk to them without crying.
So many times tragic situations come into our lives and we immediately fall under the spell of crying, worrying, and fearing. We have the right to let the emotions run, but we should not allow them to completely control us.
I believe that it is in these times that God is saying “Hey I know this hurts, but if you just trust and lean on me I promise you tomorrow will be a better day”.
A lot of times we turn to God last, but if we would just get it in our head and our heart to turn to him first I am sure we would not feel like we just got ran over by a train every time life hits us.
So I encourage you to cry out to God first and see what he can do for you before you board the emotional rollercoaster. If you do get on the ride of crying, worrying, fearing and thinking that your world has just crashed, fine get on and ride, but let Jesus be your seatbelt during the ride. Hold on to him and trust that the ride will soon end and you will walk away stronger.
I know Charlie is in doggie heaven now, sitting at the feet of our Lord Jesus Christ and I am sure she would want us to do the same. Sit And Cry No More.