I've been lazy lately. Well, not really. Just using my morning time differently. Using afternoons and evenings differently as well. Trying to use every moment of the summer so that I don't have too many regrets come winter. I have so many stories in my head, so many essays that I can't seem to sit down and write. It is so true that as soon as you tell someone your idea, you have published it and I am so fortunate in having a very good "listener" right here, at my breakfast table.
But there is a story, one that August always brings to my mind. And it gets better every year. It was my introduction to blogging. Before I heard the story for the first, heart-stopping time, I only knew a nice little personal blog that my daughter wrote about my first-born granddaughter. But, one day, in August, six years ago, I read my first post from Stephanie Nielsen and I have been totally hooked ever since.
Stephanie Nielsen. A truly beautiful young mother. Wife of the handsome Christian. Gorgeous face. Totally in love with her husband, four children, her huge family and her Mormon faith. Her life was a story book until one day in August. I can't even begin to tell her story. The plane. The fire. The months in an induced coma, the pain, the perils, the surgeries, the incredible struggles and the never-ending faith. I can't begin because it is not my story. It's Stephanie's and it is incredible.
So, today, a guest post. A beautiful woman who gets prettier every day. Honestly, she's beautiful. Gorgeous. Amazing.
No way I could tell this story. No way.