Surviving 2026

Wow, how time has passed. October 11, 2023 was the last post that I was able to make and we have been running almost since it was posted. Not long after that date, Steph’s mom had serious health issues putting her in the hospital multiple times eventually having a pace maker installed. That took up most of the remainder of ‘23 and a huge part of ‘24.


I also left FBCVR and moved to Southern Hills. This church is amazing and I havent looked back. I missed going to church with Steph but really felt like this was God moving me.


Steph and I did all that we could to take care of her parents.
Her mom slowly got better but still had issues with her organs.
Mid to late ‘24, she got the news that no one wants to get….
Pancreatic Cancer.


She made the decision to not take chemo as the pros did not outweigh the cons and in October of 2024, she went home to be with God.
We spent the next few months into 2025 taking care of her dad. Her days end with making his dinner almost every night. On top of that, she is still teaching at 2 different prisons while trying to finish her third masters degree. I am not sure how she does it all.


Joseph graduated from Temple in May of ‘25 and left for Paris Island SC Marine Corp Training and graduated in October. Jason started his senior year that fall.


Enter 2026, one of the most difficult years personally that I have had in a while….


Things at my job got increasingly worse and I made the decision to leave in March. I took a position at another mechanical firm in contract development. That is latin for “we want you to cold call new customers and bring in a lot of work.” I am not a salesman and I am not one who cold calls. It does not work that way anymore. Companies now have “gatekeepers” in place to stop this.
On top of all of this, in April I got what Steph and I believe to be a spider bite that put me in the hospital for 7 days. Those were some of the most difficult days that I had ever had, but I tried to make the best of it, even to the point of returning to work the day after I was released from the hospital.
The next few months I continued to do my job calling on new customers, reaching out on social media and trying to establish new relationships, but I still missed 2 hours of work each week to visit wound care for my wound.
In late June, my new employer made the decision that expectations had not been met and he let me go. I can sleep at night knowing that I did my job and did it well. The day of my release I actually had 2 contracts that I brought in that would have met my goal for the year.


God used this situation in a big way. I never once doubted that this was His plan, not mine. I knew that He would take care of us like He had so many other times and within a few days, I had 3 interviews. I eventually took the opportunity to work for someone that I had worked for before and it has been great. I get to do CAD, design and estimation. This is where I thrive in my skillset.


Looking back I can see God’s finger prints all over this. Not only did He take care of my job, but He even moved Steph to Southern Hills with me. Joseph is stationed in California and Jason is working full time now. Steph still teaches at the prisons and is almost done with her third Masters. The bug is still on hold waiting for my foot to heal but my life is great. I am blessed more than I deserve.

Thank You God for taking care of me and my family!

Time changes everything…

April 22, 2020…that was the date of my last blog post. So much has happened between then and now it’s almost too much to mention. So many huge changes that have impacted my life in a way so big it’s hard to imagine.

I left my job and went to work for another mechanical contractor in Carrollton…

I graduated college and received my degree…

We sold our house in Villa Rica and moved down the road to Temple, next door to Steph’s parents….

I bought a VW Bug…

I’m no longer working with youth at our church…

Mom answered the call when God called her home…

All of these have impacted me in a way that’s hard to believe. I no longer have to focus my writing on school papers. I now longer have to worry if I am going to get paid on time. I am able to help Steph take care of her parents.

9 PM at night will always be hard for me as that’s when I called mom almost every night.

Last year I had a great ministry working with the middle school youth at our church and now that is gone. My desire to work with youth and have a place to serve has been replaced by feelings that I am struggling with to overcome.

To say that the past few years have been full up really highs and really lows would be the understatement of the day.

I have sought counsel from the wisest, Godly people that I know starting with Stephanie, and then others with the same, simple message…. I am struggling.

No one person had the right answer, but all have the same message. I have to deal with these feelings first and then seek God with everything that I have.

Jeremiah 29:13 ” You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.”

I am seeking. I am searching. I am trying to claw my way back to find God where I left Him.

You’re gonna miss this…

A few days ago, Steph did something that hit me like a snow shovel to the face…

In our house, we have championships. We have a Halo championship, Madden championship and a Forza championship. At one time, I was champ in all three video games. Little by little, I played the dad card and let each one of them win one, sometimes even 2 at a time.

Joseph is good at Halo. I mean so good, he is hard to beat even when Jason and I team up against him. Jason is good at Forza racing but right now, dad can still take him.

So we are sitting in the living room during our period of quarantine for the COVID-19 virus, battling it out for the Halo championship (which I won btw) and Steph comes in. Her eyes were very glossy so I knew she was at the point of tears but smiling regardless.

“Alexa, play you’re gonna miss this.”

Our Alexa device begins playing the song by Trace Adkins about how things that drive us crazy will one day, not be there and we will miss them. It was so wrong, and yet so right in so many ways.

For the past month, we have all been together through the “shelter in place” order to ease the spread of this virus. Our worlds have collided and we have made the best of a not so good situation. We have played cards, done projects, worked on home school, watched movies and yes, played a lot of video games.

Right now I go into my office one day a week. The other 6 days of the week I get to have breakfast, lunch and dinner with my family. I get to spend time at night with just me and Steph. On Sunday mornings, we all sit together and watch our pastor bring the message online.

We have done family more during this “crisis” than ever before.

I have not seen my mom in almost 2 months except through facetime. We talk every day as always but not being able to go to see her has been the one negative side of this. I truly miss that and I long for the 2 hour ride to see her and my family.

I don’t know what will happen when the world returns to the new normal. I hope that I will continue to appreciate sitting at our new kitchen table with the boys at breakfast, while our Lily bays and begs for food. I hope I will continue to be able to do everything that I can do to lose to Joseph in Madden. I hope that the cars I chose racing Jason will always be slower than his.

I hope Steph will always have projects needing me to help her with

And now, when the world does reopen…

Yes, I am going to miss this.

Keith

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Comfort from the unexpected….

So tonight, Stephanie White and I had to have the difficult conversation with the boys about the schools closing for 2 weeks and how this might impact their trip to universal IF spring break is canceled. We told them that it is serious and we are going to be careful but we are not scared. We know God will protect us. We shared Psalms 91:10

“No evil shall befall you,
Nor shall any plague come near your dwelling;”

My son Jason was in tears. Not because he might not get to go to Florida, but he was so scared of this virus. As I put my arms around him to console him, comfort came from the unexpected. Our 80 lb. lapdog Lily, who is normally off the charts wild and crazy, came up to him as he was crying, and began to lick his hands, CALMLY, and just love all over him. It was truly a moment of where God used a family pet, a member of our family, to comfort Jason in his time of fear.

As I watched this amazing sight, it was hard to be the dad and hold back the tears, and pray with my family.

Thank You God for bringing this amazing wild and crazy animal into our lives.

Keith