THE SHOCK FAMILY

Ok… bear with me. What I am about to post started out as a prayer in my journal. Somewhere in the midst of the prayer... it turned into a blogpost. Normally doesn't happen… and I was going to rewrite the whole thing. Then I thought, maybe… just maybe, you all might want a look into the way my ridiculous brain works. :) Saturday 11/26/11 You are all I need God.  You are more than enough! Sometimes You, in your sovereign plan… no, a lot of times, You bring people into my day, my life, my world, to give me what it is that You know that I need. But, too many times, I take it upon myself to appoint others, especially my husband, as my Savior… the one that will sweep me off my feet and rescue me out of all my troubles.  I lay a burden on the poor guy that he was never meant to bear. For example, this past Monday [I think this is where it turns into a blog instead of a prayer btw], I was so excited that Kevin was going to be there with me for Andrew's surgery.  He couldn&#

Thanksgiving has come and gone. I have been hesitant to even post anything about it. It just all seems so cliche. This year it has been especially crazy. Dad was in the hospital last week. Drew had surgery on both feet on Monday. Kevin came down with cellulitis in his foot on Tuesday. We think Alayna has strep. I have changed ice packs and Depends. I am the resident nurse and pharmacist for the whole household. I have spent more time in the hospital/dr. office than a recovering hypochondriac can handle. Not to mention… Everyone keeps talking about how grateful I should be to have both parents with me on these holidays… And when I don't feel very grateful, I feel very guilty. That being said… When I walked in the door tonight, Mom and Dad were having pumpkin pie by candlelight, listening to the local radio station play Christmas music. At first I was teary eyed just looking at my parents… it was precious! Just then, on the radio, came my very LEAST favorite

So, I was downstairs exercising this morning, and because I was pretty close to death (need desperately to get into better shape), I had this thought… What would happen if I keeled over and died right now? To that I answered… It would be great.  I told God that I would absolutely love to see Him right now... that I totally trust Him with my husband and my children if He wants to take me home right now! A very sweet peace came over me right then. I trust God in my dying. Then I thought… What is wrong with me that I don't trust Him in my living????  I don't totally trust Him with my husband and my children if He wants to keep me here on this earth today. Crazy thought huh?  It kinda seems like the worry and anxiety that I carry around day to day is based on the premise that I am in some sort of control… as long as I am here to save the day (or ruin it) of course. For today… I am going to set my heart and mind on 1 Peter 5:6,7 Humble yourselves, therefore, unde

I know it's been a long time since I have blogged.  I have a whole lot of thoughts about blogging, just seems like I don't ever have enough time. But yesterday while I was out on my walk, I just got to thinking… I am not sure that I've ever really written Kevin and my story out on paper.  We've told it countless times…and I'm sure if you are our friend or in our family, you have heard it countless times :)! Today though, I just want to record this story of redemption…and what a better way to do it than here… in blogland?! So here we go... If you knew me when I was young, you might say two things about me ~~  I loved Jesus & I loved boys!  You can already see where this is going.  In high school, I went to all the christian events I possibly could.  I really wanted to follow Jesus, but I know my friends would definitely say that I talked more about guys than I ever did about my God. The summer after our freshman year in college,  Mr. Kevin Shock asked me