When you’re in the middle of receiving the news that one of your worst nightmares has in fact come to pass….

….What are your first thoughts?

Let me share with you what I experienced a fews weeks ago when this happened to me.

In the very early hours of the morning, I received a call from my mom telling me that an app that my parents use while traveling for tracking purposes had sounded an alert. It detected a “hard crash” while my dad was on the last leg of a cross country motorcycle trip. 

The app was correct.

It would be a long while after my mom received this alert before we knew that he was alive. All she could see was his location – the middle of the interstate somewhere in Virginia, no longer moving forward.

“Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles of any kind come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy. For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow.” James‬ ‭1:2-3‬ ‭

I am the youngest of 5 siblings, the baby. My closest sibling in age to me is almost a decade older than myself. My dad took me on adventures that taught me some of the most foundational truths of life growing up. But, I used to feel like I missed out on the adventures all my brothers and sisters got to have before I was here. But, you see, God had planned my own adventures and they would be so special. They would be the very reason why the rest of my life played out the way it did.

My dad is not the perfect dad. He is far from it and would tell you so himself. We had really great conversations growing up. And while I don’t remember most of them, I do remember these things…

My Dad’s Bible was covered in underlines and highlighter marks.

My Dad loved history.

My Dad could build ANYTHING.

My Dad believed the best in people and loved helping people.

My Dad loved the mountains.

My Dad loved learning.

My Dad was prepared. 

My Dad was always excited about an adventure.

My Dad loved Jesus and loved talking about Him all the time.

I got off the phone with my mom in those dark morning hours and collapsed to the floor. It felt like time completely stopped.

Back to my question, “What are your first thoughts?”. 

Mine were,

“Dad, are you in heaven?”

“Dad, are you still here?”

Trying to make anything make sense in these moments, I felt a calmness that words cannot explain. Jesus in the form of my husband, my Bible, my kids, my best friends, came over me and held me when I couldn’t stand up on my own.

My Dad is alive. He has a long road of recovery ahead of him and we are all praying for healing and the ability to forgive a semi truck driver who needs to make better decisions on the road. 

Now, looking back through an ultra clear lens I see that…

My Bible is covered in underlines and highlighter marks.

I love history.

My husband and I can figure out how to build just about anything.

We believe the best in people and love helping people.

My family loves the mountains.

My family loves learning.

My family is prepared. 

My family is always excited about an adventure.

My family loves Jesus and loves talking about Him all the time.

The things my Dad consistently SHOWED me, are now in me and showing up in myself, my husband, and my children. An entire generation can be impacted by what we show up and do! And, these last few weeks have left me so ready to show up!

“It is God who enables us, along with you, to stand firm for Christ. He has commissioned us…”Corinthians‬ ‭1:21‬ ‭

When I was asking God, “Is my Dad in heaven with you?” “Or, is my Dad still here with me?”, I came to the conclusion that I was so overwhelmingly grateful for either answer. 

I already know that my purpose is to share the gospel of Jesus Christ. But, I will most definitely be living that out in a louder way than ever after these last few weeks! And, my hope is, that by sharing my experience it will inspire you to do the same. 

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