Of Mountains and Motorcycles

 

Do not tell God how big the mountain is—tell the mountain how big your God is.

 

Last night, I could have easily lost my beloved when the sudden leap of a deer caused his motorcycle to be thrown over. The collision caused a grisly scene of man, motor, and animal skidding down a cold, dark road to become reality; how effortlessly serious, life-changing damage could have occurred.

Yet, there was mercy poured down over his dear life. Is he hurt? Oh yes. But is he living? Will his wounds heal? Thank the Lord, yes.

 

 Friends, we would greatly appreciate your prayers on our behalf—prayers for patience,  healing, and grace. Most of all we would appreciate your singing a sweet song of praise to the Lord for keeping him safe.

Go home and hug your loved-one. Remind them with words and actions how much you appreciate them because we never really know when our time comes.

 

Dalton likes to remind me of how God is in control. Our Abba Father is truly in control--good days, bad days, little hills, towering mountains. It does not matter. Because we have a God Who is bigger than all that.

 

With a very grateful heart,

Frannie

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