My mom sent me an email this morning, bright and early before electricity was working in my neighborhood. She wrote to update on James, who was released this morning, praise the Lord! He posted pictures on facebook from the collision and I am thanking the Lord for His presence and provision on Friday night.
God has surely preserved James so he can continue to live glorifying the Lord. I'm praying James's life verse will be rooted more firmly in his heart,
But we are not of those who shrink back and are destroyed, but of those who have faith and preserve their souls. (Hebrews 10:39 ESV)
The only reason my mom left the first surprise hospital visit was to trek across the state to be with my gram in a different sterile room. My grandpa followed an ambulance in the middle of the night in a snowstorm on Friday and yesterday my mom joined them. Praise God, gram is stable and my mom is there to support both of them. She will get a pacemaker tomorrow and we will pray she flies through all procedures without any difficulty.
And here I am, making a mess of crafts in my bedroom.
I guess this is what I do when my arms can't reach that far.
I am so confident placing my loved ones in the care of my Savior. I am confident in His plan and in His eternity and in His love. And only for that confidence can I trust it will be okay, because in His presence there is fullness of joy (Ps. 16:11). All the time, joy.
So, when I read my mom's last words of encouragement I smiled a silly smile inside.
"Have a great Sunday, sweetheart. You are not that far away. We are looking at the same stars."
Yep, we sure are. And, today, the goal is not to worry or be anxious, but to walk boldly in the peace of Christ,
letting LOVE fly like cRaZy, for the glory of Christ's name and for the good of all people.