My Stretcher

I have faith. Faith that I don't have to walk alone through life. Our paths are not a punishment for misdeeds or a reward for right choices. We live our lives and events happen that shape our future. No one escapes this life without joy and heartaches. How we walk through both is what matters most. Just knowing that God is right beside me to be my stretcher comforts me.

Someone gave me the book, When Bad Things  Happen To Good People, when Ron and I lost our newly adopted son at 2 months old. His birthmom told us she had a hole in her heart and had to take him back. We probably could have dragged it out in court fighting her. But adoption should be a win/win for everyone involved. Thank God for standing there with his arms firmly around us. Ron and I would not have our amazing Cameron if we hadn't gone through losing Logan. Cameron is and always was the son God planned for us. I pray for Logan always but don't regret losing him. His mom went on to marry her pediatrician and have 2 more sons. Life unfolded and we all got through it on our knees and in His arms.

I have a little sign in my kitchen that says, 'The best way out is always through' I love that. Although it is not always easy we get through life by going through it not around it. Some may say our son, Ryan, didn't go through it with his choice of suicide. I say we don't have all the answers but thankfully God does. My whole heart believes that even in suicide, God holds his children safe in His arms. And though I grieve not being able to hold Ryan or hear his laugh, I rest in the truth that he is safe in our Saviors arms.

God is not my crutch, He is my stretcher and I lay my whole life on Him.  Skip Hitzig

In Him,
Joyful