sounds strange in my head even as I think the thoughts…we started this trip with 4 children and now there are only 3. I know, I know. My son, who most of you know is my heart, decided yesterday morning to not come with us – we were already in Houston at this point, having spent the night. I made the terrible error in parental judgment of letting him see a movie with his girlfriend on Saturday which was the same day we were leaving. Due to lack of communication btw me and my husband, I thought we were leaving much later in the day. Anywho, it unleashed husband’s fury that lasted for hours. We finally managed to get it together enough to get to Houston to break up our trip a little. We were all emotionally raw and went to bed. Sunrise sadly brought more of the same – mainly horrible fighting btw me and my husband. My son came to my defense – it was all verbal – just horrible screaming. And just like that, he left. I found him downstairs, making his own arrangements to be with his dad’s family. I am nOt writing this for any other reason than trying to make sense of it myself. I am devastated. I didn’t want to go on with this trip except that I saw my daughter’s eyes and k ew that I had to. I thought of the way Jesus laid down His life for us. It tore my heart out to kiss my son good-bye and go on without him. But I am proud of him. He stood up for what he knew was right and that takes a lot of courage. So here I am, sadly half-hearted, ever-prayerful, and will do what is right for my family because that is what God wants.