God does crazy things, we hear
about them all the time, yet somehow we seem to sweep them under the rug. We
hear of healings and think, “O that’s cool.” Or we hear of how someone came
from death to life by the power of Jesus and think, “Let’s not get too
spiritual, okay?”
I’ve done this, thought this, and
been this. I’m a realist… well maybe just a cynic – I was one, I can’t be one
anymore, there’s no room for me to be cynical when God is driving a stake of
conviction into my heart about the miraculous ways in which he’s provided, is
providing and has promised to provide for me and the woman I know (because he
told me) to be my wife.
So this is my feeble attempt to
remember and write as much as I can about these past few weeks – months wherein
God has taken my cynical heart and is drawing the poison of apathy out of it
bit by bit. How God has looked at the brokenness of my heart and healed me. How
God is King, ruler of all, sovereign over my emotions and my love and my future
marriage. Someday I want my kids to read this and be floored to worship Jesus
because of the story of their parents - that we are because he did it.
First
is my story, we’ll add Mackenzie’s later.
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