Stay In the Fight

June 9, 2015 (Facebook Post)

On Sunday as we hiked to Machine Falls, this guy helped us along the way. When we finally arrived at the falls, I noticed him reading a book. But it wasn’t just any book, it was the Bible. He hiked all the way there by himself to have fellowship with God. The very next day, my son Alex and I had a conversation about how important it is to have a relationship with the Lord, and going to church every Sunday is not a requirement to do so. I have always taught my boys that church is everywhere and anywhere you are. Even if you don’t go to church on Sunday’s, you can still love worship God. A girl told my son in school recently that he would go to hell if he didn’t go to church on Sunday’s. She really believes this. Don’t get me wrong, a church with fellow believers is an awesome thing to be a part of, but don’t let the devil make you believe this lie. Talk to God, wherever you are and whenever you want, because that is the most important relationship you will ever have!


I wrote this post on Facebook just 2 months before the accident that would forever change our lives. As I read that post on my Facebook memories, two things stood out to me.


First, that summer was one of the best summers our family had ever had. We did so much that summer that involved physical activity and being together. Hiking was just one of the things our family had recently learned that we loved. That summer we went to Universal Studios, visited the beach, and anything that involved being active. I believe God was preparing us for what was to come. I will never forget helping Jackson climb up a very steep hill while hiking and glaring at his father the entire time because I was afraid Jackson would fall. I will always have the memory of writing mine and Jackson’s names in the sand with our toes. Seeing him jumping in the waves at the beach with his brothers. And carrying his shoes in my hands because he got blisters on his little feet at Universal Studios. I believe God gave us these memories to carry in our hearts. Not to remind us of what Jackson lost, but to give us sweet memories and the hope that someday we would see Jackson do those things again.

PicMonkey Collage

This post made so long ago also reminded me that although I don’t believe you have to go to church to believe in God or to be saved, having a church family is also a wonderful thing to be a part of. Our family had recently found a church that we all loved that summer before the accident. Until then, my husband and I could never agree on a church home for our family. We had also recently started nightly devotions with the boys. They loved that time together as a family and would listen to every word of the devotion. They wouldn’t let me forget the nightly devotion because every night they would remind me that it was devotion time! This too I believe is not a coincidence. The devil comes to kill, steal and destroy. The devil decided that our family was a threat and decided to test our faith in the most absolute way possible. You see, we were finally doing everything right.

If things seem hard in your life right now and you feel as if everything that could go wrong has, it may just be that you are actually doing everything right too. God doesn’t promise us that life will be without trials. In fact, the opposite is true. He tells us that there will be trials to face, but He assures us that we won’t be alone. And from the moment I received the call at 4:09 pm that our boys were trapped in a car and all were critical injuried, He never left my side. I can tell you without any hesitation that God will always be there for you too. Press forward. Push on. When all seems hopeless and lost, remember that you are going to win the fight, because God is there fighting this battle with you.

Final, a New Beginning

via Daily Prompt: Final

The word final can seem so absolute and concrete. An ending. Over. Finished. Done.

But I tend to think of it as new beginnings. An ending paving the way for new things to come.

After the car accident, I felt like our lives would never be the same. And it wasn’t. It was a final chapter in our lives. Our son Jackson, only 6-years-old, would never walk again. It was an ending in the most absolute of ways.

Yet, it was also a beginning in so many others. A chance for our family to learn the true value of our blessings. To be thankful for all that we did have and to cherish the time we had together. We think of our lives in two stages. BW (Before the Wreck) and AW (After the Wreck). It is a time marker set in our family’s history forever.

But, we have a choice: to mourn all that our family lost and dwell on the fact that Jackson will never walk again, or… we can choose to live life the same way Jackson does, full of joy and happiness, cherishing every day as a new beginning.

Family Pictures

Family pictures with my bunch is always an ordeal. Trying to get everyone together at one place at the same time, without some other activity going on, is a nightmare. If outdoors, and ours always are, weather can force you to reschedule over and over again. You have to make sure everyone has clean clothing to wear, and that’s only after you have finally decided just what everyone is going to wear to begin with. And try taking a family picture with 5 boys! None of which likes to take pictures and grumbles about it the entire time. By the time you leave the house with what you hope are clean boys in clean clothes and brushed hair, you are about ready to pull all of yours out!

Since I don’t ask for much, this is one of those things I usually have to put my foot down on. Plus, threatening them within an inch of their lives usually does the trick. As my book is in the process of being published and the editor wants a current family picture, this was one of those times they all just had to suck it up. **Can’t believe I just typed “my book and published” in the same sentence** The only pictures we have with most of the family together after the accident was at Alex’s graduation last year. Not only was Justin in Japan during that time, but Jackson mean mugged the camera for every single picture. Every. Single. Picture. So, it was definitely time for a new family picture!

The editor needed the photo by the end of the week. Luckily, it was finally a beautiful day to take family pictures yesterday. By the time we all arrived at 6:30pm, my nerves were stretched to their breaking point. I just hoped that Kristy with Sweet Memento Photography would be able to capture at least one picture with everyone smiling. Isn’t it funny how sometimes when we are knee-deep in family gatherings or activities, we can only think about when its going to finally be over?!?! We forget sight of what is really most important. My family being together is what is most important, not taking the perfect family picture. So don’t feel jealous of those perfect family pictures you think everyone else has. Most likely, their family was just as frustrated behind the scenes of that perfect picture as I was yesterday.

As the sun was setting, she suggested the four boys that were in the accident face the sunset together. It was a surreal moment. Seeing them standing there instantaneously made me realize: they were all together! We were all together as a family! There were so many times that I wondered if that would ever be a true statement again. Once again, God reminded me when I was frustrated beyond my limitations, that I always have something to be thankful for: my family, not the perfect picture of my family!

Love & Blessings,

C.C. Andrews