Every time I end a season, I can’t help but reflect on the goodness of God in every season. Today my heart goes back to the Lord saving me at 15 years old, my arms all cut up from hating myself, long hair, wild, proud but desperate enough to hear and believe the Gospel. My life changed that summer. Jess and I in our late teens, high school sweethearts, newly married for “the ministry” - God moved so powerfully those years. Hundreds came through the doors of our ragged, unpolished but passionate youth meetings. I remember the pain of leaving that season to travel on the road taking it “to the streets.” Rooms of 30 and stadiums of 30 thousand, it made no difference, we were going to worship with all our hearts. Hearts thankful, filled with hope. I remember the Presence of God so heavy in that hospital. My twins gone, but oh the Glory of the Comforter. Loading up a Rider truck to leave it all behind again and move to Kansas City. Sold my Toyota Corolla, bought a Sienna (van) for a growing family. We were so excited about the snow for about 3 days. 4 months in a prayer room taught me to be still and wait on God, bringing much peace to a troubled heart and teaching me to relate to God in a new way. Hearing the first cries of a new baby not grown in my wife’s womb. How can this be OUR baby? Oh but he is. He is my son. Preparing again to let go another child, but being handed an unexpected miracle. Time. More time! How precious each day is. I won’t fear a new season. Because there is always a constant. It’s the faithfulness of God.
Posted on: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 20:40:53 +0000
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