Micah and I went to
Tullahoma and back today. I discovered that Micah really doesn't like to listen to Brian's sermons on tape and that I can reach a pacifier almost anyplace in the car. During the few minutes of silence in the car ride I spent some time in prayer (I keep my eyes open for safety). Two questions were given to me.
The first question comes from something I have been thinking about for awhile. What would you fight for?
Most of us would fight for family, friends, and freedom. I know that I will do anything in my power to protect Micah. I don't think a momma bear would be more ferocious. Now put that in perspective of having a heavenly father that created everything. Don't you think he would fight and do anything for us? I know he is for me.
This leads me to the next question. What would it take for you to stop following God?
Kathy's death shattered me. A healthy, young woman with a newborn baby and a loving husband--suddenly removed from the family she created. The woman I love and had planned to spend the rest of my life with taken from me on a day we had looked forward to since we first discussed it. Would this be enough for me to turn from God? The same God who could cure any illness, heal any disease, even bring people back to life...but chose not to. I don't know what is going on in your life, but few of you reading this could have a better excuse to be mad at God than I do, but the crazy thing is I am not. If anything, I love God more. God did not take Kathy from me to punish me, or to be mean. God's master plan required her to leave at that time. I don't know why and I may never know, but I do know that God's plan is the best plan. If one person grows closer to God because of Kathy's death then I will continue to follow God. So I ask you again, What would it take for you to stop following God? It better be a good reason.
I don't want to leave you on such a serious note because I want you to return to this blog. So I will tell you something fun. Micah has started to laugh, but I use "laugh" loosely. He opens his mouth and inhales making a high pitched squeal. He kind of curls the edges of his mouth during this noise. He also has started a grunting noise that I interpret as him telling me off, probably because I don't feed him quickly enough.
I hope you found this blog worth the large amount of time it took to read. Remember to always tell the people you love how much you love them.
Nathan