Yesterday was supposed to be a day of celebrating. Allie has decided
to accept Jesus into her heart, and we were scheduled to go to a
baptism class at church. That evening, Kevin and I had a date night
planned to celebrate us meeting on that blind date 12 years ago. But
before the day could begin, I received an urgent sounding text from a
friend. Then she called. David, our worship pastor at church (for most
of my life), his mom, and one of his daughters, Sophie, had passed away
in a tragic car accident on the interstate. One daughter had survived
and was being life flighted. It's really hard to wrap your mind around
such unexpected loss, and I wasn't even close to the family.
I
sat on the couch, trying to process what I had been told. As I sat
there, I remembered the prayer I had said the night before during
communion at church. I don't remember my exact words, but it was
something like '
Lord, help me get my priorities straight. I feel
like at the end of most days I've run around like a crazy woman, but
haven't accomplished anything. I'm not prioritizing my time with You,
and I know I need to. Shake up something in my life to get my attention
back on you.' Then I realized this was indeed the shake up I had just prayed about the night before.
Allie
and I went to church thinking we'd still be attending the baptism
class, but when we got there, they had cancelled all classes, and turned
the scheduled church service into a worship service. I've never
experienced anything quite like it. All of us, in one room, so saddened
by what had happened, yet all standing, most of us with hands lifted
and tears running down our face, and cracked voices singing:
"Oh praise the one
who paid my debt
and raised this life up
from the dead."
The
worship was so genuine. We sang Cornerstone and 10,000 Reasons too.
I'm glad Allie was able to experience that with me. She, worshiping
with her hands in the air, was indeed more moved by that service than
she would have been by the baptism class.
These three
people, three generations, were Christ followers. Their deaths will
serve as a reminder of His death for me, and I continue to pray that it
changes me forever. More personal devotion and worship, more
thanksgiving, more patience, more love, more acceptance. I was such a
fan of the daughter Sophie and her amazing singing abilities. So much
so, I'd periodically check her instagram to see if she'd posted any new
singing videos. Her instagram is flooded with young people speaking to
her amazing character and how love was the only language she knew.
David too, was a steadfast, solid worship leader for so many of my
growing up years.
Yesterday felt heavy. But it also felt like a great place to start a new chapter in my life.
A closer relationship with Jesus, a purposeful marriage, more
intentional mothering, and invested friendships. My bible reading
today took me to 1 Corinthians 1:4-9. "I always thank my God for you
because of his grace given you in Christ Jesus. For in him you have
been enriched in every way - with all kinds of speech and with all
knowledge - God thus confirming our testimony about Christ among you
Therefore you do not lack any spiritual gifts as you eagerly wait for
our Lord Jesus Christ to be revealed. He will also keep you firm to the
end, so that you will be blameless on the day of our Lord Jesus
Christ. God is faithful, who has called you into fellowship with his
Son, Jesus Christ our Lord."