In my home, I now have an altar. It is not a thing of beauty or a decorative piece. When I first got this altar, my children asked me what I planned to do with it. I told them that I would put it in my office as a place of remembrance.
As the wife of a pastor, I thought I was sensitive to the needs of a widow. I thought I was sensitive to the needs of a pastor’s widow.
Six years ago today, my dad stepped through the gates of heaven into his final reward: heaven
The Lord pricked my heart and again reminded me that lost things, lost people are important to Him. They matter. They are so important that He would go searching through the darkness regardless of what stands in the way of finding them. Not only would he find them, but He would pick them up and carry them on His shoulders, back home and back to safety.
Sometimes it feels like He doesn't, but God knows what you need.
Although I have read and even quoted this scripture, many times, today it seems more poignant. Whenever I read a scripture that specifically touches my heart, I ask myself the question, “What do I need to learn from this?”
