As I go through the anniversary of mine, I can't help but think back to the experience that transpired three years ago and recognize God's hand in everything.
Even the hard things.
No, especially the hard things.
I think back over so many experiences where God was really trying to protect me and my children.
Yes, even with a stroke.
He was forcing us down roads that we never, ever would have gone down had we not had certain experiences that pushed us down those paths.
Where people were waiting to teach us, train us and direct us.
Where help would surely come once I humbled myself and learned what I was meant to learn all along.
Where life would be so hard and so intense that I would have no choice BUT to lean on my Father in Heaven because that would be the only place I would be able to find peace and solace and guidance.
It is these really hard trials, the kind that literally bring you to your knees because you have no where else to go, that bring us the greatest of all lessons and the holiest of experiences.
It is these times in our lives where we simply cannot take another step that bring us the sacred moments that we cannot deny.
For this experience three years ago, I am most grateful.
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