Well, folks, it's that time of year again. Yep, you guessed it, the 2nd Annual (at least for the O'Gwin Family) Emerald Coast Mud Run. And what a day it was.
We started off at 7:30 in the morning with Chris running the Elite Competetive 10K. And, since he's been training for a marathon in the fall, he rocked it! Do you see him out there in the front leading the pack? Well, he came in 16th out of a few hundred people. Go Chris!!(sidenote: Chris did get banged around a little bit during these runs. As the ropes got muddy, they got slippery. Chris ended up sliding down the other side of this wooden "mountain." OUCH! But it's just a flesh wound people, just a flesh wound. ;)>)
Next it was on the the family fun run 5K. We met up with our good friends and had a great time running along with them. Here we are, nice and clean, in front of the looming mud pit.
And here we are after it's all over - completely caked in mud. Chris, Aly, Lise, and I were on a team for the 5K and guess who rocked it? Analise! She was always out running in front of everybody and could easily do all the obstacles. Plus, she was the only girl to do the single rope climbing event to the top. I guess all those core muscles she's developed from gymnastics really paid off! I was the slowest of the group, but I didn't push myself and actually enjoyed myself much more this year. And, look! - I'm the size of a beehive girl! :)
And then there was Mother's Day, or, as Aly would say, Muddah's Day.
The girls had each made me some cute cards, Chris got me a Kitchen-aide, and everybody helped to cook a delicious dinner, so the day was a huge success. (I'm actually secretly hoping that my girls will get more use out of the Kitchen-aide than I will - hehehe.)
I love this picture of Analise - I often wonder what deep thoughts are going on inside of her.
So that brings me to "Stacy's Philosophical Corner." Whenever we are about to move, one chapter of our life ending and another about to begin, I tend to do a sort of internal evaluation of how our family has grown, where we've come and where we're going, that sort of thing. We've been through a lot over the past 3 1/2 years - arriving with a baby and leaving with a young woman, 2 long deployments and multiple traveling on Chris' part, and a tragic boating accident and loss of 3 precious people to our family. And as I've been thinking about all that our family has experienced while living in Florida, the thing that keeps coming to mind is "The Given Good vs. The Expected Good." I had an institute class in college where the professor was talking about how Heavenly Father always gives good gifts, even if it's not what we expected. ("If ye then . . . know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much ore shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?" -- Matthew 7:11) I have seen that a lot in my life.
Before I got married, I expected/desired to raise a righteous family with my husband by my side. With a husband in the military and multiple deployments, that has not always been what I have been given. Instead, Heavenly Father has given me to know just how much I am capable of with His help and wonderful angels and friends who lift and support me.
There are times when I have asked for a trial to be removed, and I have been given patience instead.
And finally, with moving around a lot in the military and having to re-establish our family over and over, extended family have been an anchor to us. I had expected that my Mom and Sister would be around to offer that support until we retired from the military and could move closer and reciprocate our support to them. But that was not what was given. For awhile after the accident I would think, "Why couldn't I have had just 1 more year?" We had a girls' trip in Florida planned and I had another deployment looming where Chris would miss yet another Christmas. Couldn't He have just let them stay just one more year? But even as I thought that, I began to see the tender mercies of the Lord. This accident, mercifully, happened during a time when we were not about to move - to a city of strangers where nobody knew us or what we were going through. Instead, the kids were well established in their schools and we had some of the best friends and support we've had in all our years in the military to come back to. That was a good gift. I've also learned that the ward family and His gospel are my home away from home. I have been so grateful for the closeness that I have felt to members of my ward, friends, and additional family members who have offered support to our family through this time. I wouldn't trade those relationships for anything.
I am so grateful for all of the gifts and Tender Mercies that the Lord bestows upon me and my family. I'm grateful that He knows what is best for me and will give me the best gifts that I need, not necessarily what I ask for.

















































