Broken Lives Matter
I spent the last days of summer in San Diego. My daughter sent me a plane ticket and invited me to spend the week with her while her husband traveled on business.
Besides long talks over coffee, we cooked together and enjoyed family dinners at Chili’s and Panera Bread. We soaked up the warm sun at Coronado Beach, worked out with a walk through Balboa Park, helped with homework and Girl Scout stuff and watched Netflix.
Nothing like family!
The highlight of my week that warms my heart and rates a ten on my vacation happiness scale happened when my daughter and I attended midweek Women’s Bible Study together. It testified to what God can do with a broken heart.
Six years ago, my daughter faced single motherhood, and lived alone without family or friends close by. Desperate for help, she joined her church’s Women’s Group. Sensitive women ministers helped her financially, taught God’s Word and filled her with hope. Those dark days drained me too but on visits back then, I met the ladies and witnessed solid teaching and passionate caring. I compared her new friends to a lifeline.
The Lord restored my daughter. She married a Christian man and has another child. They belong to a different church now.
“Gather together gals!” The Bible teacher shouted. “Look who is with us today!”
I wondered if balloons and confetti would fall from the sky as they embraced us when we arrived. Hugs and squeezes and catch up talk of God’s faithfulness brought a deluge of tears. These women witnessed how God heard their prayers and restored a broken life.
I think it’s important to let people know that their investment in our lives matter. It strengthens our faith and recharges us. Remember when Jesus healed ten lepers and only one came back to praise God? He was a Samaritan and Jesus spoke: “Didn’t I heal ten lepers? Only this one foreigner returned to give glory to God. Where are the other nine?”
I will never forget these women. And I will proclaim God’s goodness all the days of my life. I am thankful!