Run The Race

I continue to attend a M.E.N.D . support group once per month for families that have lost children through miscarriage, stillbirth, or shortly after birth.  This has been such a great source of support for our family since losing Elliot.  I often walk away from this meeting feeling grieved for all the families, but I also feel so uplifted in knowing that we are not alone and that we have such strength in the Lord. This week when I left the group, I simply felt angry about some things. *I HATE the pain that each family endures with the loss. *I hate the questions that we all face.... *I don't like it when I'm at a doctor's office and they ask how many children I have. *I don't like it when people I don't know well tell me "You need to get Reese a brother or sister!" *I don't like that I run into "brick walls" of emotions at times (unexpected triggers regarding our loss) that cause me to cry around strangers. *I don't like tha

Usually when I am doing a speaking event, if I ask, "What is the definition of insanity?", I think more than half the audience reply in one accord with the answer - "Doing the same thing over and over, expecting a different result." That is the definition of insanity that I am always trying to get from the audience.  Many people start attending Celebrate Recovery (CR) or other support groups to get away from or reduce the insanity in their lives. Several years ago, as I was planning to teach at CR, I kept thinking of all these seemingly funny skits about "insanity" that I could use from my own personal life, but as I was in prayer one day it came over me that no skit would be appropriate this time around.  There is nothing funny about insanity - it costs us our relationships, our jobs, our peace, ... our connection with God. People are trained to identify counterfeit money not by studying counterfeit money; they are trained by studying