I was on the plane when a fellow coming down the aisle called my name. He handed me a message that he had scribbled on a napkin: Six years ago Lynne and I buried our 24-year-old daughter. To unplug our daughter from life support was very hard. Although it was painful, we were confident we were doing the right thing in laying her in the arms of a mighty God. He made our daughter better than new. He restored my Erin to his eternal presence. That is his best work! Our faith is getting us through this. Faith is a choice.
How does a dad bury a daughter and then believe, so deeply believe, that God meant him good and not harm? Simple – this grieving dad believes God’s promises. “Faith is a choice” he wrote. It is.