Three years ago today, we somehow lived through the worst day of our lives, the day our son died. There is still, three years later, a feeling of disbelief. At particular moments, there is still a part of me that wants to curl up in the fetal position and die. It was such a "normal" morning July 29, 2011. It began with no hint of the silent tsunami that was about to hit, shattering our world, our lives, our hearts into a billion broken pieces. It is so very true that life changes in an instant. But until it happens to you, you remain blissfully ignorant of the reality of it.
As the anniversary date of Matt's death drew closer and closer, I found myself struggling more and more, feeling myself slipping in the
miry clay of grief. I couldn't get a foothold. But God, who is El Roi,
the God who sees (everything!), saw my weakness, my hurt, my pain. And He answered me through Ann Voskamp's weekend post.
Right at the end of her post, just before I was about to click on the "X" to exit
the browser page, I read the last paragraph.
Hey soul? Come close here-- It's going to be okay...
That Mount Everest you're climbing today? God is greater.
Those obstacles you're facing right now? God is greater.
This storm you're weathering through? God is greater.
Today, just hold on to these three words, your refrain for the
climbing, the overcoming, the pressing through wind: God. is. Greater.
#PreachingGospeltoMyself —Ann Voskamp
God is greater. God is greater than
my grief. He is greater than anything this world throws at us. He is greater than our doubts, greater than our biggest fear. He is greater than all of it. Greater is He who is in us than he who is in the world. This is the refrain I have kept on repeat as we approached today.
Because He is greater, we can do great things. Great things like this: