I don't know why anniversaries hold such importance in our lives. Some are great and fun to remember and celebrate, birthdays, anniversaries, 1st day of a new adventure, memories of a great trip. Some anniversaries are bittersweet, the birthday of a loved one who had died. Some anniversaries are downright painful, memory of a tragedy .
6 years ago, was the start of a journey that was so life changing. A tree fe ll, a surreal ambulance ride, trying frantically to reach my husband, learning what trauma team activation (TTA) meant, small empty private waiting room.
But really that day was not the start of the story. That summer we had already been through a minor concussion and a broken wrist , and general business of the summer trying to get kids to various summer schools and activities. And one blessed book club about Susie Larson's book The Uncommon Woman.
The small group I met with, following the large group discussion of the book, became so close and supportive of each other. At the end, mere days before the tree, we had a time of prayer and foot washing. When asked what I wanted prayer for, I answered strength. Melissa prophetically heard "More Jesus". God knew what was coming. Strength was for me to do what I needed and rejoice in what I accomplished. It was a selfish request that was focused on me. I wasn't supposed to do it. Jesus was. Little did I know how I would repeat that phrase "More Jesus", in the coming days, weeks, months and years. How much time I would be spending in waiting rooms. How much Jesus would meet me there in those waiting rooms, and in the dark nights spent in uncomfortable hospital beds.
Of the Kindness of Jesus that draws me in
Of the Kindness of Jesus that draws me in
Of the Kindness of Jesus that draws me in
Of the Kindness of Jesus that draws me in
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If I told you my story
You would hear Hope that wouldn't let go
And If I told you my story
You would hear Love that never gave up
And if I told you my story
You would hear Life, but it wasn't mine
If I should speak, then let it be
Of the Grace that is greater than all my sin
Of when Justice was served and where Mercy wins
Oh to tell you my story is to tell of Him
If I told you my story
You would hear Victory over the enemy
And if I told you my story
You would hear Freedom that was won for me
And if I told you my story
You would hear Life overcome the grave
If I should speak, then let it be
Of the Grace that is greater than all my sin
Of when Justice was served and where Mercy wins
Oh to tell you my story is to tell of Him
This is my story, this is my song
Praising my Savior all the day long
This is my story, this is my song
Praising my Savior all the day long
For the Grace that is greater than all my sin
Of when Justice was served and where Mercy wins
Oh to tell you my story is to tell
For the Grace that is greater than all my sin
Of when Justice was served and where Mercy wins
Oh to tell you my story is to tell of Him
Oh to tell you my story is to tell of Him
This is my story, this is my song
Praising my Savior all the day long
Now I can go look at my TimeHop and see those pictures and see Hope that wouldn't let go, see Love that never gave up, and see LIFE.
