My Hero

 Earlier, I reshared a snippet of what my mom posted about my Dads latest diagnosis. I can't quite bring myself to say the word. Alzheimer's. Unreal.

It's been a heavy few days. Quite honestly, the heaviest I've lived through so far. I wear my heart on my sleeve and share my story openly - the good, the bad, the ugly, the hard, the beautiful, and the plain old why-in-the-world-is-this-happening. 

Some call it over-sharing. I call it sharing my story. I have read countless posts from others who are walking similar journey's as I am, whether it's POTS, infertility, you name it, they help me feel a little less lonely and a whole lot more understood. So while my dads diagnosis hits different from other things I've shared, with his permission, I will continue to. It's just another opportunity to share God's Goodness through the darkest times because while nothing makes sense, one thing that does is trusting God. 

Everything feels unknown right now. Nothing makes sense and everything hurts. It's a new pain. A new deep grief and fear for the future. I'm scared. I’m scared of a lot, but even more than what I’m scared of, I’m overwhelmingly thankful. 

Thankful for my dad who showed me how I ought to be treated. 

Thankful for the guy who makes sure I know how loved I am every single day. 

Thankful for the guy who I used as a model for what I wanted in my husband. 

Thankful for his story and how he shares it. 

Thankful I got that from him. 

Thankful for who he is in Christ. 

Thankful I got his butt chin. 

Thankful that I got to be that little girl in the arms of the guy with the coolest mustache and the biggest heart.  

I may be scared, terrified even - but I'm glad I can say I'm thankful for so much more. 

Dad, you are my hero. You've shown me, all of us, how to praise God in the hardest of times so I plan to do just that.

God is good through it all.

Love you more than I will ever be able to put into words.

Love, 

Your baby girl. ❤️