Three years ago Landon came almost 6 weeks early. He had trouble breathing on his own so he was whisked to the NICU after he was born. We didn't get to hold him. For 2 weeks we shuttled back and forth from my parents to the hospital, unsure of what was to come.
I remember it like it was yesterday. The burden and the stress of not knowing what was going on. Exactly how serious it all was. If he was going to be okay. He was, ok, of course. But the truth is, we aren't guaranteed a good or easy ending, are we?
Maybe - nothing remakes everything like grace.
Maybe - wreckage always births resurrection.
Maybe - Trust what is coming at you, is God coming for you.
Trust that what looks like a wave to carry you away, is the wave that will carry you to shore.
Trust and obey that the One who walks on waves
will make a highway
Out of everything rising your way.
Maybe: Trust that there is no such thing as destruction, only resurrection.
Maybe: Trust that nothing ruins, only ruins you for anything less than God.
And maybe it is actually possible -
that in
Surrender to the Master,
the thrumming drum of your heart
is Remastered,
Restored
Reworked, Reformed, Remade,
And your joy in His always enoughness
Returns.
And one shattered heart erupts into a fountain of need,
and one broken heart becomes a geyser for glory,
And one split heart is a sacrifice that streams with amens to the One who is the Source of all things.
-Ann Voskamp
Landon, my reminder of God's graciousness and faithfulness. Let's lift up our maybe's and ask God to turn them into a kind of Trust we've never known before.
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