Thursday, April 2, 2020

April 3

April 3


It’s a day that’s marked on the calendar with two simple letters…


It’s hard to imagine that two simple letters could rock our world in such a complicated way. Two letters that affect how we do life…every single day. Two letters that changed so much. Two letters that named our opponent and gave us a plan to compete on a more level playing field…finally!

Just. Two. Letters.

I’ve been anticipating this day for a while. Part of me would like to avoid it and let it pass on by without so much as a nod, but part of me knows we must do something to memorialize it and what it will forever mean to our family.

April 3.

I’ve been contemplating Joshua 4 as this day approached. Contemplating how the Lord commanded the 12 tribes of Israel to take 12 stones and build a memorial. A memorial to remember how He cut off the waters and allowed them to walk across the Jordan with the Ark of the Covenant. It was to be a powerful reminder of a powerful God. 

He wanted them to remember.

He wants US to remember, so…

remember we will. 

We’ll each have a rock. We’ll hold them in our hands as we share with each other what the Lord has done in our hearts and minds in the last year. Three of us bear those two letters deep within our DNA, placed there by the One who created us with two gene mutations each. Three of us, forever linked by blood…

and two simple letters.

And after we’ve shared, we’ll place our rocks in a jar. As a memorial. It will be a powerful reminder of a powerful God. We’ll put that jar somewhere that we can see it often. We’ll see it on the days when we are full of joy and we’ll see it on the days when we are full of pain and doubt…and it will be a powerful reminder of a powerful God.

April 3…

the day that changed our family forever.

You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
    and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
 Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
    Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
    as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
You saw me before I was born.
    Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
    before a single day had passed.
How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.
    They cannot be numbered!
I can’t even count them;
    they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
    you are still with me!

Psalm 139:13-16