My nephew had a severe concussion from a fall on ice at an oil rig in Alberta, Canada. He was very sick, but I can now share the news that he is completely recovered. We are all very grateful and happy about it.
I rarely write about God on this blog but I want to today. My nephew had always been skeptical that there was a God. He had thought about this for years. But when he went through this ordeal, and some terrible troubles he went through while he was sick, he prayed and said he now believes and indeed knows that there is a God who will help you.
When my grandson died last August, my daughters and his brother went to God for help. We all needed Him so very much. God was there for us in many ways and we know we will see Craig again in heaven. When you reach out to God, he reveals himself - he speaks to your heart.
I was reading a book this morning by Philip Yancey called, "Prayer." In it he quotes a young Jewish girl named Etty Hillesum who kept a journal while in Auschwitz. She writes,
"Sometimes when I stand in some corner of the camp, my feet planted on Your earth, my eyes raised towards Your Heaven, tears sometimes run down my face, tears of deep emotion and gratitude. And I want to be there right in the thick of what people call horror and still be able to say: life is beautiful. Yes, I lie here in a corner, parched and dizzy and feverish and unable to do a thing. Yet I am also with the jasmine and the piece of sky beyond my window. For once you have begun to walk with God, you need only keep on walking with God and all of life becomes one long stroll - a marvelous feeling."
I wish I could say I have the beautiful faith of this young girl. I don't yet, but I am learning to see God in everything. He is there through the worst of life giving us peace if we will but reach for it.