Isaiah 43:10 “‘You are my witnesses,’ declares the Lord, ‘and my servant whom I have chosen, so that you may know and believe me and understand that I am He. Before me no god was formed, nor will there be one after me.’”
There has been a freedom in sharing my faith after the loss of my daughter. When we have walked through the shadow of death and have come to a place where we can soar on angels’ wings, what a great witness we can be in our faith. In the darkest of those early days, many would ask me how I was surviving through this trial. My answer would be straight to the point. I know God is walking with me even though at times, He seems so silent, but I trust in His promise that He will never leave me or forsake me. Though they might not agree with what my faith represents, I have found I do not get too many arguments. I believe it is out of respect for our loss and the fear of hurting us further, their voices have been silenced. I also know God’s word does not return void. They might not agree or understand my faith, but I do know somewhere along the way, my words might penetrate their hearts when they find themselves searching. I know I am a witness of God’s power in a situation that often leaves one powerless. What a tremendous way we have been given to share our faith. We have faced the reality of death here on earth, but we also have seen the truth of eternity promised by the God who created it all. We are the proof, and in that we are the witness of this one true God.
Lord, let our lives be a witness of who You are.
