Finding Faith in Losing

Two years ago today my life was turned around. Feelings of loss, questions about the unknown, and little tiny bits of hope and "what if"s flooded through my mind.

When we think about loosing a parent, we think about them being old and grey. Dad was 50, in good health and lived in a tiny town where fatal car accidents are few and far between.

Sudden loss has us thinking about so many thoughts that are completely out of our control. It leaves our bodies feeling tired and our emotions drained... the only thing left to do is surrender... one can either choose to surrender to the pain, or surrender to God. I think I went through a cycle of each and eventually chose the latter. ​
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I find peace in knowing Dad is with our Heavenly King, and comfort in dreaming about his reunion with his dad (my grandfather) and his favorite uncle (Grandpa's brother).  

Dad with my daughter, Audrey during his visit with her before he past. Photo recovered from Dad's phone.

"Moreover, no man knows when his hour will come." ~ Ecclesiastes 9:12

​Why does it take such a tragedy for use to wake up and listen? 

I asked Jesus Christ enter my heart and walk beside me years ago, but didn't fully surrender until my Dad's accident. I haven't committed myself nearly enough to Him, but I am aware of His existence more and more each day.  
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I fear it's a challenge to completely understand our love for the Lord, or His love for us, unless we experience losing the ones we truly love in this physical world. 

Racing through life no longer matters to me - what's most important is that I live with purpose, passion and set good examples for my loved ones so that I can leave them with life's greatest lessons and joys - just as Dad has done for his family.

Physical things leave us empty and bitter - I just want to LIVE!

"Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things." ~Colossians 3:2