Thursday, December 21, 2017

Dear God,

You are the power that heals!  You take our brokenness, sorrow, and grief and you work in and through it to bring relief, courage, and strength.

I didn't think my sister would be able to rise from her bed following the murder of her son in a house fire.  I thought she would slowly give herself to death because the pain was too unbearable, the thought of her 45-year-old son dead.  I thought the fire would claim three victims, Jason, the son, Jordan, the arsonist, and Debi, my sister.  But no, Lord, you had a different plan.

Debi has been going to worship.  She has been helping to raise the two boys saved in the fire by their father.  She has been living each day.  I see your hand print on her life, O God, and I am so grateful, so very grateful.

Gracious and Loving Healer,
thank you
for your
Holy Spirit power.
Thank you
for your love
which is
the basis
of all
your goodness.
Thank you
for sparing
my sister,
the one
I lovingly call Pal.

Love, Andy