Perspective

Yesterday I found myself caught up in the big rush of getting to another one of Treva's basketball games.  Between her games and Katreese's practice and the upcoming holidays, I am feeling a bit frazzled.  The game we watched did not go well.  Treva's mood turned sour as only her mother could be sure of by watching her as the game progressed and she only had little playing time.

Treva is finding this basketball thing isn't all her dreams had it cracked up to be!!  Girls on her team poking fun at her, popular girls with their attitudes, etc.  I really have no intentions of getting into it but after this last game Cade and I talked to her about enjoying herself and if she wasn't able to enjoy herself than it is over!! 

I had drove for two hours to get to her game on snowy and slippery roads, had picked up the younger kids early, which made my whole morning rushed and crazy.  Truth is, I love being at her games just to support her and her team but I was also ready to call quits on the whole thing!!  A lot of you know how I struggle with my kids participating in sports.  It's hard.  A lot of families live for sports but I want a life outside of sports with my family together!  With distance being such a huge factor in where we live, it seems like we spend so much time running and a lot less time living.

An opportunity poked it's head up at me though when we were in the Valley.  The cemetery.  I had forgotten about it after the emotions of the game and so I swerved all the sudden when I felt that pull towards the cemetery.  My angel daughter rests there.  I needed to reflect.

It was SO GOOD!  As I watched the tears fall from Katreese's eyes I hugged her tight and we reminisced about Kohlie.  It was SO GOOD to remember that NOTHING in this life lasts forever.  Only a moment in time....  How can it be that already five years have passed since we buried our daughter yet standing by her grave stone I remembered distinctly certain things about that day we laid her body in the ground.  

The cemetery looked far different than that day in July.  In fact, snow was covering her stone and we had to push it off to see her picture.  Yet, it was majestic.  Just so beautiful!!  The sun shone on the sparkling white snow and it seemed like a piece of heaven right there.  As we were walking away I said, "You never would think we would view the cemetery as a beautiful place but everything changes when my daughter is buried there."  It changes my perspective again and again and for that I am thankful.  
  

Beauty in the cemetery.