Most of them didn't even know my story. They just responded to the Holy Spirit's call. The Lord cared for my family through the Church.
A journal entry can easily sprawl across four pages of my journal when there is a lot of emotion put into it. The journal pages I've filled over losing a friendship with my friend Shelby have been many. Some words have been blurred as the tears melt the ink on the page and I've found myself silently whispering over and over, "God will You bring restoration? Restore this broken friendship."
My back wasn’t turned on God, though. In fact, I prayed the bravest prayer I’d prayed in my life. Through the uncontrollable weeping, the sobs stopping me from taking a full breath, and the ache filling my body because of the pressure, I cried, “God, please. I need You to do something. I can’t do this. I literally cannot do this.”
I watched the sun rise from my sister’s hospital room that Easter morning. I was weary. I was exhausted. I was limping. Not a literal limp, but a spiritual and emotional limp. Each and every step forward was filled with excruciating pain.
Within a very short period of time, Dave was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer in his throat, his kids left for college, his wife of 25 years left him, he lost his job where he was an executive for over 20 years, and he left the church his dad pastored and Dave was an elder at because he didn’t agree with what the new pastor was teaching.