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The new year ushers in more hope in Christ than I've ever known, along with a humble and tragic reminder of human frailty.
His name is Zachary Shayne Richardson. And he was a close friend to my son, Zach. He had a million-dollar-smile, a good heart, dark features, and a great sense of humor. Shayne was creative and smart.
On December 22, this sweet young man took his life in the night. Together, we cry as the January wind blows through the hole in our hearts and echos the question, Why. I want to write about it. I want to. But I can't. I can't because I'm not ready. Right now I need to take some time to help my son process emotions no seventeen-year-old should have to process.
I'll be back on-line January 20th, unless God prompts me otherwise. Know that I'll continue to pray that God will direct your steps in truth. You are not invisable. The eyes of God do not slumber. He faithfully watches over you and faithfully fans the flames of my heart's desire to see women overcome abuse and betrayal and become all they were created to be, experiencing all they were created to have: Dignity, authentic love, respect, provision, safety, wisdom . . .
Which leads me to the revelation that arose in my heart last night:
The motivation to fight for emotional freedom must consist of more than the hope of healing--it must also contain the hope of all one can experience once healing is received. Otherwise, when the pain is too great, we are likely to fall into despair, give up, and remain or go back to previous bondage.
So, here's a sticky statment for 2015:
Freedom does not lie solely in the hope of healing--it must include the hope of what we can have when we heal.
"Then you shall see and become radiant, and your heart shall swell with joy" (Isaiah 60:5a).
You are not alone. This is not some trendy little thing I say in closing. I say this because after all I've been through, I know in my bones--I am not alone. Despite a lot of lonely days and nights.
In Loving Memory of Zachary Shayne Richardson
June 23, 1997--December 22, 2014
Published on Thursday, January 8, 2015 @ 9:54 AM CDT