One year

One year ago today my dad had his stroke. If I have one regret about the past year, it's not documenting the lessons learned and the things we've been through more fully. It's a problem I'm hoping to remedy in the coming months a few different ways. I feel compelled to write it all down. I don't want to forget how we were watched over and cared for each step of the way by One who knew more than we did. I don't want to forget how hard things were and how our faith grew 1,000 times. I don't want to forget the countless times our prayers were answered. I don't want to forget how our small offerings are truly magnified by the Lord to become big and meaningful. I don't want to forget the kindness of others. I don't want to forget the way I fell in love with my husband again with a deeper connection than we've ever experienced. It's amazing to watch our biggest trials also become our biggest blessings. I am forever changed, and I hope I can record lessons learned as a legacy of faith for my children. Today I am reflecting and rejoicing in the blessings and growth of the past year. And I'm dusting off the memories of the past year and preparing to write.