This summer has been reminiscent of Mr. Toad's Wild Ride. Have had quite a few jumps, and sharp turns, but have always been able to make it back home. The Lord has been very faithful in everything that I do. I may not understand the why or the what for, but I don't need to. I just need to trust.
My father passed away this summer, after battling a year with lung cancer, and permit me to say, cancer stinks. I made it there the day he died, so I'm thankful for that. They say he waited for me. Even though we knew he had a limited time of life, there is just no preparing. My mom is distraught. I stayed with her for six weeks, but I had to come home to my family. We can only pray that she will come and live with us.
