Three years ago I was riding in a car with my parents when my father had a heart attack at the wheel. We careened in the morning, rush hour flow before my mom was able to steer the car into the barrier that separated us from the traffic going in the opposite direction. Seven cars piled up and our car totaled beyond repair.
Mom and I survived. Daddy did not.
The beauty in that story is that Daddy was a strong man of faith and I’m not embarrassed to say that I’m jealous that he gets to party every day with Jesus.
I’m not sure a 9am on a September 24th will ever pass that I don’t need
to stop and inhale deeply, then longingly wish it had all been a dream, but I’m still amazed at how God has worked in my own life, and my family and I
are living proof that God can restore what bitterness, pain, fear and
disappointment threaten to tear apart.
I still struggle with my questions…the when and how and WHY, but if I’ve learned anything, it’s that regardless of what derails us in life, God will not forget, and life in Him contains more than enough of what is needed.
God’s promises are abundant, and just as much for me as they are for you. Don’t ever stop believing that.
We can expect more and boldly ask for more … and be encouraged by what Christ is already doing in us.
God. IS. Able.