*st*risk (the misplaced update)

While reviewing my blog, I discovered this post from a couple of years back which I failed to publish. It obviously is dated and doesn’t match the calendar, but it’s still applicable.

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Father’s Day.

It’s been an awesome day filled with love and joy. Surrounded by my loving wife, beautiful daughters, awesome son in law, and two granddaughters – one of which is only 1 week old – we have loved and laughed.

Except…

I have carried with me an asterisk. There in the back of my mind. There in the scar tissue part of my heart. The * ties itself to everything I am and attempt to do. The * that changes the way I’m viewed.

A faithful husband – with an * of past failures. A nagging memory that won’t go away. I know she feels it, too.

A good dad – except for that awful * that haunts my efforts to lead my family. I fear they feel it, too.

Well, * is what * is. This “holiday” has been a tad tarnished. For me anyway.

Tomorrow will be a new day with new mercies. I will trust that He will bring some new healing and strength.

Maybe in time the * will shrink in its influence and power over me.

-Trevor

Second only to love, forgiveness is the most powerful force known to man.

Both for the forgiven and the forgiver.

Ground Zero

I was at Ground Zero. In the eerie silence of a city teeming with millions, I looked into the abyss and tried to imagine the agony of that moment. So many would never see what would rise from the ashes in that place just a few feet away. New beginnings…new resolve…new commitments.

We visit Ground Zero to remember, then rise again.

Every day I am at my Ground Zero. In the eerie silence of my hectic, noisy life, I stare into the abyss and relive those painful moments that brought my world crashing down. So many see only the destruction. But, I am living new beginnings…new resolve…new commitments.

I visit my Ground Zero to remember, then rise again.

And I will.

-Trevor