Once upon a time there was a girl who traveled all over the country. From Alaska to Brazil, Florida to El Salvador, New York to Haiti. She loved her God and loved the life He gave her.
Eventually she met a man. He was a good man, full of faith, and full of the Holy Spirit. His name meant “Burden-Bearer” and like Barnabas of old, he encouraged and helped bear the burdens of those around him. Of course, when one meets a man like that, any smart girl would snatch him up, so she did.
They married on a snowy November day and they joyfully settled in their tiny cabin on the hill.
It was a new season of many good things, but also many hard things. The most painful being that the girl’s body was broken and she could not bear the children she had dreamed of. Infertility was a harsh word to carry and it left wounds and scars.
But God was faithful. Isn’t that the most marvelous truth in the whole world? God was, and is, and always will be, faithful. So, of course, He was faithful in the girl’s life.
Years were spent with this trial at the center of her life. Years that produced many tears, many prayers, many blog posts, and even a book.
And as God worked and moved in the girl’s life, He was also working elsewhere. And one day the man and the girl brought a daughter home. An eight year old with the biggest smile in the world.
The girl would still face many hard things. It wasn’t a “happily ever after” but it was good. Just as God was good.
Eventually they said goodbye to another child, a tiny newborn girl who didn’t survive. And tears stained her pillow again.
But God was faithful. (Remember, He always is and always will be.) The little family of three soon brought home the fourth. Another eight year old, a boy this time. One with sparkling brown eyes that matched his new daddy’s.
And here we are. The girl, her man, her daughter, and her son.
And the beauty is that the story isn’t done yet. No, no. Not yet. God is still working and moving and is still remaining faithful. And only He knows what tomorrow will hold.