Sharing our story provides us with a certain distance which allows us to observe ourselves and our walk of life. And as we do, we see the Way Maker at work in our lives, paving the way from Once Upon a Time to Kingdom Come.
We are getting ready to welcome another group of students to the Bible school. It’s an exciting time of the year. The staff will gather together and pray for the…
“Are you in NY?? We are only a few hours away. Could we meet?”
Let me just say, I don’t usually do this. I do not interrupt our family vacation to see people I’ve never met. But this was no ordinary situation.
Let’s talk about what you carry with you. Your baggage. The total of what you have experienced, what you own, what’s yours to give.
There was such a strange atmosphere of confusion and annoyance. Tensions were building. I had an idea.
Through sickness and health, for better or worse, in life and in death, he remains present. Able. Willing. Faithful.
This is about the season that you’d never choose, but you still don’t want to miss out on.
Grief is the unwanted companion you need to hang out with in order to heal.
Mom knew her Bible. She had studied it for years looking for instructions on how to live, and now, apparently, also on how to die. “It was so easy for Jacob; he just drew his feet up into the bed and breathed his last, and then he was gone.” She looked frustrated while shaking her head. “Tried that. Many times. Didn’t work.”
It’s a privilege to walk the last mile with someone. It’s an even greater privilege to walk through this last phase of life with a parent. And yet. There’s no roadmap. The weather is uncertain. The terrain changes constantly, often several times a day. These are the best and worst of times. And the most confusing.
