Grateful.

Often I look for things to inspire me. It can be a picture. It can be nature. It can be a kind word.

This month, it was my father's heart attack.

As many of you that follow my blog know, I have lost many close to me. It never gets easier. Whenever I hear something has happened, I usually fear the worst first.

As I did when my husband, Mike, came into my movie on Thursday evening and informed my that my father had a heart attack as was being star flighted to Austin Heart Hospital.

How can this be? He's so healthy. How can this be? He's my father.

Praise the Lord for happy endings. They ended up doing a quadruple bypass---the shocker of the century--on my strong, healthy--as I had so often claimed--father.

The thing is, his faith was unshakable. Mine? It was serene. It was unyielding. It was absolutely what faith should be. I couldn't see it. I couldn't touch it. I just had to believe in it.

And believe, I did.

For I knew the Lord had his hands upon my father. He knew the work my father has done in His name has been what most aspire to do...but, in reality, my father did it.

And he will continue to do so.

And I praise Jesus for that.

When it comes to "real" situations like this, i have a hard time opening up. A hard time relaying how grateful I am that the Lord has shown a grace and mercy upon all of us in a situation that is so difficult. I never, ever imagined that my father would have a heart attack. Okay, wait, maybe in High School in my wild ways, I thought it was possible...but only for the laugh factor. I truly never believed this could happen.

But it did.

And now I look at this situation and think how different my world would have been without him. What would I have wished I have said but didn't? When will I say those things now.

Near death situations always change a person's perspective. But you know what? It has also changed my faith. It has made it stronger---and oddly, more tangible. Because now I will be able to breathe this new faith into my art. Tell a story. One that will not end. It's a story about faith. About gratitude. About pain. About love. About a girl that loves her family and Jesus Christ more than anything out there.

And honestly, I cannot wait to get started.

I was looking for inspiration. But I found so much more.

And I cannot wait to share it with you all.

Until then--

xoxo

Wendi Speciale

Often I look for things to inspire me. It can be a picture. It can be nature. It can be a kind word.

This month, it was my father's heart attack.

As many of you that follow my blog know, I have lost many close to me. It never gets easier. Whenever I hear something has happened, I usually fear the worst first.

As I did when my husband, Mike, came into my movie on Thursday evening and informed my that my father had a heart attack as was being star flighted to Austin Heart Hospital.

How can this be? He's so healthy. How can this be? He's my father.

Praise the Lord for happy endings. They ended up doing a quadruple bypass---the shocker of the century--on my strong, healthy--as I had so often claimed--father.

The thing is, his faith was unshakable. Mine? It was serene. It was unyielding. It was absolutely what faith should be. I couldn't see it. I couldn't touch it. I just had to believe in it.

And believe, I did.

For I knew the Lord had his hands upon my father. He knew the work my father has done in His name has been what most aspire to do...but, in reality, my father did it.

And he will continue to do so.

And I praise Jesus for that.

When it comes to "real" situations like this, i have a hard time opening up. A hard time relaying how grateful I am that the Lord has shown a grace and mercy upon all of us in a situation that is so difficult. I never, ever imagined that my father would have a heart attack. Okay, wait, maybe in High School in my wild ways, I thought it was possible...but only for the laugh factor. I truly never believed this could happen.

But it did.

And now I look at this situation and think how different my world would have been without him. What would I have wished I have said but didn't? When will I say those things now.

Near death situations always change a person's perspective. But you know what? It has also changed my faith. It has made it stronger---and oddly, more tangible. Because now I will be able to breathe this new faith into my art. Tell a story. One that will not end. It's a story about faith. About gratitude. About pain. About love. About a girl that loves her family and Jesus Christ more than anything out there.

And honestly, I cannot wait to get started.

I was looking for inspiration. But I found so much more.

And I cannot wait to share it with you all.

Until then--

xoxo

Wendi Speciale