We were supposed to get there before it started, but anytime David and I try to leave with kids at home it seems to take longer to slip away.
We quickly crossed the parking lot of our warehouse shaped church and entered the main auditorium. Where was he? Neither of us could locate our tall 17 year old and his friends. Music started.
Nothing to do now but find a place. I was really disappointed we hadn’t been able to meet up and sit together. Wonderful worship in the dark- I can’t possibly hold my hands down when the words are directed straight at God! David and I caught our breath at the same moment. No doubt those were his: long arms, thick wrists and 2 big hands. Our son, nearly front and center reaching straight up!
With no voice left, I couldn’t stop the tears. It’s hard to even explain what it means to see him doing that. Our child that should be dead, yet he’s alive physically and spiritually. Sober today. We have been given more time with him. A miracle.
How can I ever doubt God about anything? He’s taken every argument away. He’s redeemed what was lost and more than just with Ben. He’s redeemed our family as a whole. But that is His business- making us into His image for His glory. He is able, -A
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