Are you tired of plodding through life? Like a plane on ‘automatic pilot,’ our prayers can be repetitive, predictable and even humdrum as we go through the motions. Do you ever wonder if God really hears your prayers? The remedy could be as simple as admitting un-confessed sin. Think about how it felt when you first found out how much God loved you! It’s good to be reminded of His presence protecting us even when we were not seeking Him. 3 John 1:9 says, “We love because he first loved us.”
All of us want a story that begins, “once upon a time” and ends “and they lived happily ever after.” The day the tragic motorcycle accident tore my husband Paul’s physical presence from my arms, my world collapsed. My fairytale became a nightmare; my life as I knew it ended. With Paul’s “promotion to heaven,” our marriage of twenty-eight years was over. I became a widow.
Mother’s Day is coming up this weekend. According to StatisticBrain.com, the USA boasts a total of 85.4 million moms. The source calculates $671 billion will be spent on Mother’s Day cards and another $1.9 billion will be expended to
I’ve got remember to tell Paul, I thought. My daughter-in-law Megan’s face glowed, was great with child, in her last trimester. I listened intently as she excitedly explained the preparations for the baby’s birth. And then it dawned on me, oh yeah, Paul isn’t here; he’s in heaven with Jesus. October 17, 2009 was the day Paul was promoted to heaven, the day everything changed.
Today would have been Pastor Paul’s 59th birthday. How will I remember his life on this, another one of his birthdays? It’s the anniversary of the birth of Pastor Paul Giesbrecht. I’ve decided to spend the rest of my life remembering.
I don’t like change. Until his unexpected accidental death, I was married to my first husband for twenty-eight years. We had planned to grow old together, and during those first few months after his sudden departure to Heaven, I
*This article was originally published in Reclaim magazine.
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