A year ago I had to do one the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. A year ago my mom, sister, brother, and I said goodbye to my dad.
The days that followed were drowned in the this grief-stricken numbness. We made all the arranangements and let people know. It seemed too real to be true. I kept expecting him to come walking down the hallway or to come up and give me hug ask how I was doing. Then it would hit all over again.
The night before his funeral I was laying in bed thinking about what I was going to say at the funeral. I knew he wanted people to know his testimony. I knew he wanted people to know that God had saved him. But I just could not think. I couldn’t sleep. I laid there awake for hours.
The next morning, as soon as I got up, God put a song in my heart… “My God is mighty to save, He rose and conquered the grave. He is mighty to save.” That song continued to play in my head for the rest of the day.
God has an amazing way of washing over us in times when peace and hope can’t be found. I listened as God repeated over and over again, “I am mighty to save. I am mighty to save. I rose and conquered the grave. I am mighty to save!”
… And then there it was. That peace. That perfect peace. Peace that passes understanding. Peace that makes it possible to face what feels impossible.
Jesus made it possible. He makes it possible.
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