4 Years...

This weekend was 4 years.  In some ways it feels as though it was last week. But more often than that, it feels like it was a lifetime ago. We have had two more children and moved halfway across the country since that day. We have made unique and wonderful memories as a family, we have gone through transitions, and we have even had boring days. In short, life has moved forward.

As the days, weeks, and months have gone by, we tend to not think too frequently about the incident that changed our lives. But there are times like this that make it hard to forget. In all actuality, we don’t want to forget. To forget would be for us to also forget God’s love and redemption that we so magnificently felt the days and weeks after. 

As I write this, I am on a plane trying to get home from Germany. I just finished an amazing week of teaching a course at the Airmen Leadership School at a US Air Force base. I got to help some dedicated men and women learn how they can better lead their units and their families. The feedback was amazing. And without going into all of the steps of how it came to be, this experience traces it’s way back to that wretched night that Rachel endured.

On this 4th anniversary I do not get to stand alongside my bride. I was supposed to, but American Airlines thought differently and cancelled my flight home. So I’m trekking a different course for a few days that will keep Rachel and I apart on this day. But I will certainly hold her and cherish her a little extra when I finally get home and see her again.

So I guess my encouragement for you today is that every day we need to have those moments. Those moments of sweet remembrance that remind us how special our loved ones are. So go find the ones that you cherish and take a few fleeting seconds to remind them how much they mean to you and try to make every day a day that you want to remember.


New life...

Sitting beside the pool talking to new friends as the stars started to come out, we realized we had been living as if life started on July 15, 2014, not remembering life as it had been before. Tragedy has a way of doing that. 

July 14, 2014 was a day we could not have prepared for. To hear Rachel's account of the events that took place on that day, please go to the Listen to the Story page on the About tab on our website. 

For the beginning of this blog, we are going to reflect on the days and weeks after we experienced this brokenness. Rachel and I will both take turns reflecting on what it was like to feel so alone and so loved at the same time. Please reach out to us via our email if you'd like to know more or have an aspect of the recovery you would specifically like us to address. 

May the Lord bless you and keep you, and remember that the road may be hard but the reward is worth it on the journey from broken to brave.