Nine years ago today one the kids in our kids church suddenly went home to be with the Lord. Walking into the ER moments after he passed altered my life forever. I still do not understand why but through the years I have become more aware of who God is in the midst of life’s storms. It isn’t until you hit a storm head on that you realize how fragile life is. How weak we actually are and how strong God always has been. When 100-foot waves are crashing over you, it is easy to forget the anchor that is holding you that is keeping you. The past few months I have been meditating on a verse in Hebrews it says this.
Hebrews 6:18-19 Therefore, we who have fled to him for refuge can have great confidence as we hold to the hope that lies before us. This hope is a strong and trustworthy anchor for our souls.
The result of seeing Christ in this way leads us to worship, often through tears. Robert, you are missed. I long for the day when Christ returns and makes all the sad things in this world untrue.
