This is the 3rd anniversary of the day my life changed forever. The day my marriage ended. It’s amazing to look back at how far we have come since then. I don’t want to look bad in sadness at what was lost; I want to keep my eyes focused on God and the wonderful future He is calling me to.
But once a year, on this day, I want to remember the people who came to my rescue that day. My friend who dropped everything and showed up within minutes of my call. The friends who offered us a place to stay if we didn’t want to be in our apartment. My uncle who reached in to my despair and hysteria and reminded me to breathe. My cousin and her husband who showed up just to be there. My mom, who couldn’t be kept away. My sister who listened to me for hours on end, crying about the same things over and over, as long as I needed to.
And so many others who prayed and called and emailed and sent notes and left me anonymous gifts in my church mailbox.
They all stood in the gap for me that day and on so many days that followed. I will always be grateful.
I thank my God every time I remember you. Phillipians 1:3