Day 7 and 8

Well hello there...

The boys and I did some laundry on Monday morning.

This is the only seat Garrett could find.

Monday and Tuesday were also busy days. That seems to be a theme in our lives right now. It's hard not to match the stride of the average busy New Yorker.
Hungarian Pastry Shop

On Monday night we went to a little Hungarian Pastry shop to work on our pitches for the art show. I felt like I could write a novel in there. It was this dark little hole filled with wonderful coffee and seemingly thousands of desserts lined in neat little rows behind glass.

The girls and I at a quaint little diner in Queens

Looking at a map for the thousandth time!

Grand Central Station in all of it's beautiful glory.

The highlight of both days was listening to Sy Rogers. (http://www.syrogers.com/)


I can't even begin to write all that I learned from him. God brings the most unlikely people up from their struggles to minister to others. Sy's story is a true testimony to God's love. I am so excited that I got to hear from him during three sessions. It was a true blessing and it was exactly what my wounded heart needed to hear. God is in control. Bad things happen, but he is still in control and he is there. It's ok to be sad, angry, and hurt, but God is there in the midst of that pain. I've learned so much in these quickly passing days here in NYC. I am already treasuring the things I learn like little jewels in my ever expanding treasure box of what God is teaching me in my life.

I was on the subway tonight with my earbuds in (which can make you deaf if you try to drown out the sounds of the train rumbling down the track) and away from the group riding back from the Crusade office where Sy was speaking. I kept whispering in my mind over and over; "Where were you? Where were you?" I felt abandoned in the midst of the pain I went through with my sickness a couple of years ago and then even reaching further back with my major bout with depression and then even further back with my HUGE anxiety issues. "Where were you? Where were you?"

I heard the voice I hear a lot in my mind...(If I wasn't a Christian I would be scared by that sentence, ha!) "I was there. I was there."

I have had this conversation a lot with God and Sy was talking about how you don't just take your issue to God once. Like Naaman in the river after Elijah's servant told him to dip himself in the sea 7 times, you have to take it to him as many times as it takes.

Above all God is loving and just and he does allow things to happen, but he is there and he has a plan. I pray that I will believe this will my heart as well as my head. My journal is filled with juicy meaty notes that I can't wait to digest over the coming weeks after this non-stop heart and soul changing train has stopped moving.