February 26, 2014

When We Forget…

It was just a response to an email I sent the day before.

Or so I thought.

It was all about business initially until he said this – “I wanted to say that I went to your website and followed the links to read about Hunter and your story.  I just wanted to say your testimony is amazing and what God did through ya’lls lives through Hunter’s disease is incredible.”

After I finished reading the rest of his message, I went to my website.

And I started to read and remember.


Because, as crazy as it sounds, somewhere along the way, in the midst of a busy life filled with struggles and circumstances, I had forgotten.

Maybe it was because I had been so wrapped up in my oldest daughter, Erin, graduating from high school, then entering her first semester of college so far away, her struggling with missing everything about home – Face-Timing with her night after night, watching her cry but knowing that she was exactly where God wanted her to be and that rescuing her from what I knew would be best for her in every way would only hurt her.

Or maybe it was the cancer diagnosis that Jim had received leading to the unknown world of waiting, scans, surgeries, more scans, medications, and now the relentless pain that brings a strong man to his knees daily. 

Maybe it was my youngest daughter, Camryn, going through the typical teenage girl issues but in a very different culture where social media can suck the life right out of you, where young girls fall hard and fast for the things of this world and Justin Bieber rather than the things of God and Jesus.

Or maybe, it was the recent news that a dear friend, who had overcome breast cancer and a double mastectomy was now dealing with untreatable lung cancer and in the midst of trying to do everything possible, the specialists at the best cancer center on planet Earth find cancer in her brain. And she reaches out to me because she’s my friend and she has a son, Trevor with Krabbe disease. Who will take care of Trevor if God takes his mom?

I don’t know what happened along the way.

Some would say – life happened.

And I suppose that’s exactly it – LIFE happened.


But after receiving that email, then going to my website…God showed me.

I forgot.

I had gotten so wrapped up in LIFE, the circumstances and struggles, that I had forgotten LOVE…my First Love…



So He reminded me.

He brought me back home. Like the prodigal to the Father’s house, His arms open wide ready to celebrate.


He helped me remember…


Who He is, and who I am because of all that He is.

He opened my eyes to see again…that death was swallowed up in victory…that I, once blind could now see.

See Him.

Who He is.

What He has done.


Even as I write this…

He’s reminding me.


I am…





Set Apart.










And there’s more…immeasurably more than all we could ask or imagine.

Because He’s God.


I didn’t just read that e-mail, go to my website, stop, listen, and write this, just for my sake.

This is for you.

It’s for you, because maybe right now, in this very moment, you need to stop and let Him remind you.

Allow Him to refresh your memory.

To bring you back to LOVE, to the Father’s heart where everything about this life gets wrapped up in the greater reality of Christ in us the Hope of Glory.


“…You have forsaken your first love. Remember the height from which you have fallen! Repent and do the things you did at first.” Revelation 2:4-5