On October 6th, 2007 I was living the American dream! Happily married, three wonderful children, our careers were solid and our ministry was about to take off!
On October 7th, my entire life came crashing down around me when my beloved, healthy, 35-year-old husband collapsed and died as we were running the Chicago Marathon. No warning. No second chance. No goodbye.
I was instantly thrust into a life I didn’t want and I certainly hadn’t asked for. A 33-year-old widow and single mama to three young kids. Job 3:25 says, “What I feared has come upon me; what I dreaded has happened to me.” Yep! I was now living Job 3:25.
The questions we faced were enormous . . . “Why?” “Mama, is Daddy a skeleton yet?” “Mama, who did this? Did Satan take Daddy . . . or did God?” In the midst of all those questions, the unending painful emotions, and the anger (yes . . . I DID say anger!), the foundation of my life came to the rescue.
Do you know what the purpose of a foundation of a home is? It is there to disperse the weight of the load put on it. Friends! Christ is our foundation! He is here to disperse the weight of this Earthly life! Please! Work to build a foundation. Be a lover of God today, so that when Job 3:25 happens in your life, God can be a lover of you . . . You will so badly need His sustaining power and grace.