I wish I could honestly say that when I woke up the morning of July 7,2016 all that my family and I just experienced was one bad nightmare and the next morning was just fine, but once again it was only a wish, I would even say that it was a prayer. I really didn't know where to start, my family was ripped into pieces as if a hurricane just came through and tore us all up one by one. My oldest son lay upstairs in PICU in critical condition and it has been almost 24 hours later and my youngest sons body still haven't been found in that big vast ocean, my daughter was rescued out of the ocean and she was alive but yet remained mentally in the ocean with my sons, so she wasn't with us either. My husband was distraught that one of his sons had just disappeared out to sea, and the other lay with his life seemingly in the balance, all while we both knew in our hearts that our oldest son had already transitioned to heaven the day before on his birthday, hopeful or wishing that God would come thorough and give us a miracle and raise our son up. Needless to say God didn't and we were left asking God why didn't he and why didn't he at least allow our son to be found for closure, But we were surrounding by a strong support system of family and friends naturally and spiritually to help see us through, God strategically designed it this way. Now on to the next day or week one or two, all depends on when I will have the strength mentally and emotionally to blog again, but I know God will strengthening me to do so for his glory, so I choose to tell my story. To be continued...
Isaiah 57:1(NLT)
