Because He Lives…
I can face tomorrow.
Because He Lives…
All fear is gone.
Because I know…oh…oh…
He holds my future!
Life is worth the living JUST because He lives!
Can I be honest???
As I sit typing this, I am not sure those are the exact lyrics. They are, however, the lyrics resounding loudly in my head.
And I love them.
I look at each of them…
Because Jesus lives, I can face tomorrow.
I remember when we miscarried our baby, I could not face the light of day. I could not face the exit of our house into a different part of the real world. I could not face the presence of people that did not lose babies…
I could not face anything.
I wanted to remain curled in my dark dungeon of death and hide.
But He was there.
Loving me. Holding me. Comforting me.
And, eventually, I began to live again.
Because He Lives, all fear is gone.
I remember when God asked me for Maxwell’s life. My only son’s life. He asked me to give Maxwell to him.
I remember shouting, “No, God! I will not give you Maxwell. I gave you my other baby and you TOOK that baby from me! Therefore, you CANNOT have Maxwell.”
I remember the fear of losing my son. My only son. To death.
I remember the fear of trying to imagine life without my son. My only son. To death.
I remember the fear of not knowing if Maxwell would live or die.
I remember that fear as if it, that fear, is sitting next to me at this moment while I type this.
But the VERY moment that I relinquished my son completely into the hands of God, I remember that fear leaving me.
Instantaneously.
Gone.
Did I know if my son would live?
No.
Did I know if my son would die?
No.
I knew absolutely only one thing—God had Maxwell in his hands.
And with that, my fear was gone.
Because I know he holds my future…
When I was on the brink of a mental breakdown. My marriage was in shambles. My life was far different than I ever dreamed. When I was on that brink — when I did not see my future as a family whole, I realized, probably for the first time in all of my life, that God is enough.
At first I thought God was enough—plus my family—plus my friends—plus my job—plus my husband—plus my children (I progressed as I got older and more married, you know—things like that). God PLUS everything and everyone else were enough.
But when I was left with nothing but the very shell of who I was — THAT is only when I realized that it wasn’t God PLUS the rest.
It was only God.
Life is worth the living just because He lives!
Take it from a woman that knows. Life is worth the living just because he lives!
I pray that you come to this beautiful peace in your life, too.
Happy Easter, my friends!
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After writing this, I went on Google, and look what I found! Enjoy.
Also, in the above photo, Maxwell is in a full coma and simultaneously receiving a life-saving blood transfusion. So, if you donate blood, THANK YOU! Also fitting for Easter, the fact that someone gave so that my son could live.
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