God’s timing never ceases to amaze me. For instance, what are the odds of my husband and all three of my children as well as two out of three in-law children all being in the same room with me at a crucial moment? One of the three we see maybe two or three times a week; maybe more; maybe less. She lives about 10 minutes away from us. One of them we see maybe three or four times a year for one or two days maximum. His branch of the Wyatts live about 200 miles east of us. And number three we see perhaps twice a year; he and his family live in Juneau, Alaska. The purpose for this gathering was to see and hold the newest addition to the family.
The point of all this is directed at any statisticians who might figure the odds of us all standing in my kitchen when our phone rang on August 21. The news was not unexpected, and it was brief. First my nephew called to say, “The time has come.” Moments later, my niece’s husband called to confirm what he had been preparing me for – they had removed my brother Sam’s life support systems, and his body could not function on its own.
“Alone.” I cried in John’s ear as he held me in his arms. “I feel so alone. All of my family is gone.” That pity party lasted less than 30 seconds because I was surrounded and touched by each and every person in the room. They joined me in tears and a group hug for the length of John’s prayer. Then my two youngest grandchildren approached (one in arms) to assure me I am not alone by any stretch of the imagination. There is always a constant reminder that we are never really alone in Christ.
Hebrews 13:5b-6a “He Himself has said, ‘I will never desert you nor will I ever forsake you.’ so we confidently say,‘The Lord is my helper. I will not be afraid.’”
P.S. This very day, Sam would have celebrated his 69th birthday.
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I know that feeling well, Betty. Well said.
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