August 16th turned out to be a day that changed the corse of our lives forever. I never dreamed 3 years ago I would be sitting on the front porch of the ranch house drinking coffee and listening to the roosters crow and the cows holler.
We seem to live our lives in memories of "before" diagnosis and "after" diagnosis. More days than not, I am truly grateful for this diagnosis encouraging us to find out who we are as a family and what we were created to be.
I've gone from good days and bad days to good weeks and bad days.
I've learned to trust Him in ways I could have never thought possible. The days between these yearly confessions are scattered with tears and struggle, but mostly with a new found joy in Him.
Thank you, Lord, for teaching us about life. Thank you for teaching us that sometimes grief comes without death, but mimics the same type of pain, and we can move through it and past it, with You.
Scenes this morning from the front porch. 
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