In the rare moments of quiet I have found myself wondering how exactly I got here.
I look around.
I have four kids.
I am almost thirty two years old. I'm, like, a grown up. When did this happen?
I've done things, made decisions to get myself to this very moment in time.
I've had faith that moved mountains, I've fallen on my knees, on my face, down big black holes. Sometimes I thought I'd never get up.
But always, somewhere deep, deep down I knew I was going to win.
This photo has special meaning for me, during a time that there was so much unknown ahead. We never let it get the best of us- the darkness, the epilepsy, the heartache, the loss, the being beaten to the ground- whatever you want to call it.
We got up.
By the grace and mercy and power and might and strength and love of God, a very good God, we made it.
The hard times are never really over. But we're still winning.
We've already won.