you stumble, you will not fall, for the LORD upholds you with his hand.”
this scenario, or maybe you've experienced it firsthand: a big
strong daddy walking next to his little toddler. As they walk the
father reaches out his hand, and the child slips her hand into his—such
a precious sight. Then suddenly the child stumbles, but she doesn’t
fall. Why? Because the father was holding on to her! In a nano-second
the father clenched his daughter’s hand even tighter and rescued
her, lifiting her
up out of harm’s way!
the last year I’ve experienced this kind of Father-God rescue. As
many of you know, my husband, Bob, fell in October of 2013 and
sustained a traumatic brain injury. The doctors told us that if Bob
survived, he might never talk or understand anything ever again. And
if you know Bob Keith, this is just unimaginable!
I found no
comfort in today's Bible verse, "Though
you stumble, you will not fall . . ." it seemed to mock
our tragedy, my husband did fall and was seriously hurt. How
can I square this with my faith? Why didn't God hold him up? Where
were those protective angels? Then, twelve days after Bob’s accident, my precious mother died. My
world crumbled—I descended into the deepest pit of grief, despair,
and doubts about my faith. Every Bible lesson and devotional I had
ever written seemed like a lie.
I didn’t think I would survive. I uttered simple prayers, “Jesus,
Jesus, Jesus.” I cried out to God for help. I begged God for a
miracle. My soul screamed out, "Where are
you God? Why have you done this to us?!" Miraculously, an answer
came, "Remember Lazarus?" (Jesus allowed Lazarus to die, so
that when he raised Lazarus to life, God would be glorified and others would believe,
11:4, 14.) "Yes, Lord, I remember Lazarus. I remember the doubts
of Mary and Martha, and their questions, and your answer!"
So I began praying that God would raise Bob up like he did Lazarus, so that
God would be glorified and others might
believe! And over the next six months of hospitalization,
with many more life-threatening events along the way, God reminded me
of Lazarus. In fact, one of the get-well cards we received was from
one of the children I had taught the previous year. And do you know
what he wrote? "Remember Lazarus. God raised him up"! The
story of Lazarus also randomly showed up in articles I read, or comments
from others. In addition, total strangers would sometimes poke their
heads into the hospital room and say, "Don't worry, God will heal
him." (I think some of them may have been angels.)
As I write this in December of 2014, it has been just over a year since Bob’s
injury. God, in his mercy, is slowly restoring him—strengthening him
physically and giving him the ability to talk and understand. Do I
still have doubts? Well, yes, but I am further along in my faith then
I was before. God is faithful and continues to hold on to our family as we walk this path, providing his
strength, hope, and peace to sustain us.
Now imagine this scenario: an infant with chubby fist, wrapping his
fingers around his mother’s finger. Yet this child is like no
other—he holds the universe in his hands. And those same hands were
later stretched out on a cross to rescue us for eternity!
to us a child is born,
to us a son is given,
and the government will be on his shoulders.
And he will be called
Prince of Peace.” (Isaiah 9:6)