Steadfast

It has been months since I have taken the time to sit down and write out a blog post. But this was so good I had to make the time for it this morning.... I have Baby napping, and three big girls out in the beautiful, falling snow.

On Monday (today is Wednesday), November 24, 2014, Trent and I went to refinance our home mortgage. I know you are rolling your eyes right now thinking "Who really cares?" Under normal circumstances I would agree with you. It would be one of those mildly annoying Facebook status updates that I scroll right past. (Because really, do we need to know that you went to the gym this morning and burned 5 million calories, or that you are at the dentist getting a tooth filled, or that you are refinancing your home mortgage?) The answer, friends, is, "No."

Trent and I drove separate to the title company, he came straight from work, and I came after safely dropping our four girls off with my in-laws. After signing our next 30 years away, I wondered if Trent would care if I quick went across the street to ACMoore to get some paint supplies. (A trip to the craft store by myself?? This was too good to pass up.) He said fine, he called to order pizza which he planned to pick up and bring to his parents' house for dinner.

I'm sorry if I'm boring you to tears, because the good part is just around the corner.....

I took longer than I expected at the craft store. When I was just a few minutes down the road the traffic news on the radio talked about an accident at the intersection of Byerland Church Road and Rawlinsville Road. If you aren't local and have no idea what I mean, this intersection MUST be crossed to get to Trent's parents's house, and is less than a mile from the entrance of their development.

Instantly I had this deep, awful feeling in the pit of my stomach. Trent would have been ahead of me on the drive home and had to go through that intersection. I quickly switched off the radio and the silence enveloped me. Then I did something I don't think I have ever done before in such a way. I prayed Scripture. Verse after verse after verse came pouring out of my mouth. I don't know how long I prayed but this amazing feeling of "peace that passes understanding" came over me. And I knew in that moment that even IF something did happen to Trent, that the LORD is my Rock and my Salvation, my ever present help in trouble. And that even IF something happened that the Lord would see me through, He would never leave me, nor forsake me. And even IF something terrible happened that the Steadfast Love of the Lord Never Ceases.

As I neared the intersection I kept anticipating lights, ambulances, and emergency vehicles. And there were no lights. There was nothing. No car off the road, no evidence that anything had happened there.

After talking with Trent he said there had been no accident when he went through several minutes before I did.

I don't know if the news radio had the wrong intersection, or if it was just a little fender bender, or what the case was, but I knew in that moment that could have been rattled with fear, that I felt peace. It was a beautiful moment.

Tomorrow we celebrate Thanksgiving, and I can truly say that the thing I am most thankful for is the steadfast love of the Lord. It never ceases. That doesn't mean that I will never go through hard times or lose loved ones, but the Lord will see me through each of those days. Thank you, Lord!

**Also, if you do not currently memorize Scripture I encourage you to do so. The girls memorize a verse every week, and they have helped me to memorize the verses right along with them.**