It's been one week since our daddy was taken. I say "was taken" instead "left us" because I know that if it had been up to him, Bryan would still be here. Even so, he knew that his life was the Lord's. He was not a casual Christian, he was a surrendered Christian. He placed himself in God's hands and trusted Him with the outcome. His family will continue to do the same.
Now, it's just the eight of us. We will move forward, not so much because we want to, but because there are no other options. Life goes on. We can choose to live it well or give in to dark thoughts and live poorly. The Lord will give us the strength to live well.
Life will move on. Austin will learn to walk, Carsten will learn to read, Nathan will learn to drive. I will rejoice as we reach each milestone, but each moment will be bittersweet because the only one who would have cared as much as I do will be gone.
We have a new purpose in life. We will strive to be the kind of family Bryan wanted us to be. We will be a family who serves the Lord, who loves to be with friends, who talks about God's Word. We will rely on the Lord's grace fully.
And we'll talk a lot about our daddy.