When you’re in the position my family is in, you can’t really plan for anything.
You want to hope that God, as He says in Jeremiah 29:11, knows the plans He has for you — plans for a future and a hope.
But you can’t see them, and you don’t know what they are.
So you speculate.
That’s what I was doing a couple of days ago on my 6:00 a.m. walk with Roadie, the world’s sweetest dog.
It occurred to me that it might not necessarily be His plan for us to be stalwart heroes of unwavering faith.
He might not expect us to stoically weather these storms with perfect calm in our souls.
He might not even want us to try to be perfectly whole or holy when it seems like our lives are being shattered into tiny fragments.
It might be that He just wants my family and me to be the humble recipients of extraordinary grace at the hands of an exceptionally generous group of friends, neighbors, colleagues, and church family.
And so we are.
If you could see all the cards and gift bags, the home-delivered meals and flowers; read all the messages and emails and CaringBridge notes, you would know – in the midst of these challenges – how very, very blessed we are.
We are completely overwhelmed by your willingness to be channels of God’s blessing for us.
If that’s His plan, we can see that you are part of it.