A week ago, I lost one of the most precious gifts God gave to me — my daughter, Makenzie. She was killed instantly in a car accident and my life will never be the same.
The outpouring of love on our family has been indescribable. Literally, hundreds of cards and texts have poured into the respective mailboxes and our home resembles a nursery. 1100 people took a last look at Makenzie at the visitation last Sunday and 1300 praised the Lord at her celebration service on Monday.
Many people have asked me how I am managing to hold up; where my strength is coming from. When all is said and done, it only comes from what I know about God. God promises that whoever believes that Jesus is who he said he is and did what he said he did, doesn’t die, but lives forever with him in heaven (John 3:16). God promises that he sends comfort and is an ever present help in times of trouble (Psalm 46). He has operated these promises in incredible ways this past week and we are ok.
When all is said and done, there is only one person on whom we cry; there is only one person to whom we turn and He is God.