My friend Libby has such a way with words. She is passionate about God and her precious young family, and if you listen, you know she wrestles to learn what the Bible is really saying.
She shares the moment that she, in essence, faced her fear and came out on the other side.
The night was dark, the mountain roads full of curves, pouring rain--she was terrified as she drove the unfamiliar route. She remembers thinking, I am going to drive over the edge, down into the ravine, sustain a lacerated liver and bleed out, not to be found until I am dead.
And then, the fruit of her wrestling with God's Word comes to life: But if that happens, that is exactly what God means by working all things together for my good. My family will be okay, I will be okay--it will be exactly as God meant it to be.
Wow.
As moms in her small group from church, we laugh that God had her named Libby so the story would roll off the tongue so memorably. But it is the lesson that stirs our heart.
God is the true Wordsmith here, Libby the blessed storyteller.
Wrestle, learn, share. Thanks, Libby, for sharing the fruit of your effort.
