Thursday, February 9, 2012

A Long, Slow Week

Last week, we were caught up in the whirlwind of excitement, watching God move our financial mountain, taking a certified check for $7,225 to the placing agency, and getting started on our homestudy packet.

This week, the pace and the mood is much more slow and serious.  My grandfather, who was battling brain cancer, after battling lung cancer, died early Monday morning.  On top of that, some personal things just seem to keep dragging out, and feeling like I'm waiting on everyone and everything is hard.  

This has been a week of spiritual attack, not the in-your-face heavy attacks, but the quiet, barely noticeable attacks that, over the course of the week, have made us weary.

Tomorrow is my grandfather's family and military service.  He has already been cremated and the ashes have been buried, and I am so looking forward to the military service, watching two active U.S. Marines fold and present the flag, and being there for the 21-gun salute.  I've been asked to photograph the military service, which I am extremely honored to do, and I pray I can do the service justice with my photos.

Will you just pray for me, my family, that the weariness of this week will be lifted.  Pray for my children, who are scared and trying to understand that the man they watched slowly fade (and last saw on Sunday), who was weak from battle, worn down by the fight, is gone.  Pray that we'll receive the answers we've been waiting for, that provision for our homestudy fees will come quickly. 

Goodnight, friends, and thank you for your prayers.


  1. Chandres, I am so very sorry. It's so hard to lose a dearly beloved member of your family, and to have such a loss coincide with your adoption must leave you almost reeling with conflicting emotions and tugs in many directions.

    You and your family will be in my prayers.
    Thinking of you,
    Susan in KY

    1. Susan, thank you for your kind words. You've described exactly what this past week has been: many emotions, including thankfulness that his pain is no more, sadness that my grandmother will be alone for the first time in nearly 40 years, and proud of the father he was to my mother, aunt, and uncle, even if not by blood, and the grandfather he was to all the kids. He was truly one of the strongest men I've ever known.

  2. I'm so sorry for your loss. I will lift you and your family up, especially your children. May God comfort you and give you peace.

    1. Thank you so much for your prayers, it means so much to me.

  3. Sorry for your loss. Praying for you and your family.*