Today is three years since The Phone Call came. "Hey Trent. It's [Queen's Best Friend]. You need to get the kids settled and get back to the hospital as soon as you can. Maggie has had a stroke." I can take you to the place on the Gulf Freeway where I answered. It's not etched into my memory. It's more like seared.
Let me tell you (and The Shadow) what I've seen in the last three years...
God's faithfulness in saving the life of my little girl and bringing her back to health. He'd still be faithful if it had gone a different way, but I'm glad He chose to display Himself in this manner for her.
God's strength in our lives and life. Thank you, God, for seeing us all through.
Resilience in my kids. They bounce back like rubber balls. I don't doubt that they've been marked by these three years. I think they consistently show how resilient they are. And not because we're perfect parents, but I think love, attention, and some intentional investment keep them bouncy (in a lot of areas of life).
The church is the greatest institution in the world. I serve as a pastor, so I know it's not perfect. But it's great. And I have a legion of stories - chapters that were written by the love and selflessness of others - that prove it.
Faithfulness. Strength. Resilience. Church.
I hope that encourages someone who has their own Shadow that's in pursuit.