The past five months have been a whirlwind. In May, Seth and I made a last minute decision to move back to Saint Peters, my hometown. I graduated from MACU. And by the end of the month, Seth and I got married. May was filled with families and friends and was such a fun way to start our new journey.
In June, I officially started at the Table and got a full time job at a bank. Things got a little more stressful. I was getting to know everyone at both jobs, learning the ins and outs of the church, and designing the kid's room. All of it was fun and exciting, but it definitely raised my anxiety levels. In June, I had to learn a few lessons. I had to learn to trust new people and to ask for help from others.
In July and August we started finishing up the renovations on the building. We had to do a lot of mudding, painting, and flooring. The kid's room was coming together just like I envisioned, and I absolutely love the finished outcome! The middle of August we had our building launch, and I was ecstatic to see things slowing down.
But in September, my dad went into the hospital, and I was going to be in my cousin's wedding. I was grateful that by the time of the wedding, Dad seemed to be doing much better. Unfortunately, by the next week, Dad was back in the hospital and admitted into ICU. He was put on a ventilator, and we were aware it didn't seem to have a happy ending. Over the next week and a half, some things seemed to get better, but a lot of things got worse. We had to make the hardest decision we'd ever have to make.
On October 5th, my family decided to let my dad go. Even though it was tough, we knew this was the best option. Although we miss Dad everyday, we are rejoicing that he will never suffer another day.
Y'all, one thing I have realized these past five months is that God's plan - no matter what - is still superior to any of mine. I do not believe God wanted to bring any heartbreak upon my family. But if it weren't for Him, we wouldn't have had such a wonderful church family to take care of us. Seth and I would have been 540 miles away from home when my dad was admitted to the hospital. I would have felt like I couldn't rely on anyone. Knowing this tragedy was going to befall us, God put us in the best situation He could have. I will always rest in the fact that God's plan will always be best.