I remember. I was at a benefit spaghetti dinner. It was my sophomore year of college.
The guest of honor ruined my life.
Well, that's not entirely true. She ruined the life I was building for myself.
A life lived for me. by me. in my own power.
Sarah was eight years old. exhausted and weary in body. but full of confidence and an expectant spirit.
and her boldness and joy in our short conversation
has made all the difference in my life.
A life that is now lived for Jesus. by Jesus. in His power alone.
It's a story only the Lord could write.
Sarah's body failed her 12 years ago. tonight. at the precious age of 8. I remember. Every time I hold one of my sweet daughters, I remember. Every time we celebrate Hannah's birthday (October 27), I remember. I tell my girls, often, the story of the little girl that God worked through to rescue me. And I pray over them and for myself, that He will work through our lives however He chooses to bring many others to know His great love. Even though I understand what that cost might be, as their mom.
I rejoice for her, because she got the longing of her heart. She shared this passage with me as she talked about not being able to wait to meet Jesus face to face:
“Let not your heart be troubled; you believe in God, believe also in Me. In My Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also.
How is it that God can take something so evil - so wretched - as a terminal illness and create beauty and life from it? I don't know! But I do know that He can, and He does.
What's your story? How did the Lord reach out to you?
for His glory!
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