Hope Floats

Wyatt has a goose-egg on his forehead, and on the back of his head, from two different falls today. he is cutting two teeth, and he was in a funk.
Boone is depressed. Curled up on the dirty clothes all day.
Mark is gone for a week. And it is quiet and a little lonely here. But hope floats...like my favorite movie - I know that tomorrow is another day that the Lord has made - and the sun will come up.

I just found out that our good friends are facing a terrible tragedy in their family - their daughter committed suicide today. It makes me sad and makes me wonder why she couldn't see and feel the hope...

And now I just pray for this family and hope that they feel HIS presence around them. I am so blessed, but I have felt the lows and funks...but I always know that I am never alone. And eventually hope floats.

I have no idea why this happened. But I feel the pain and heartbreak of this family losing their daughter. And I hug my funky little man a little tighter. May Wyatt always know that regardless of choices and decisions - that I love him. And so does his Heavenly father. And that sometimes you just have to give hope a chance to float up.

Hope floats.