The past few days have been a crazy bag of emotions for me as I have been reflecting on where life was at this time last year. I remember getting the call from my dad that he was having to go to the emergency room. I remember finally talking to a doctor who said I needed to get home as quick as possible. I remember seeing my dad frail and lying in a hospital bed scared about what was happening. Most of all, I remember the outpouring of love, support and getting needs met by both friends and strangers. So many people left a huge impression on the heart of my family and I believed were the catalyst of a change that I never thought would be possible.
I call this time in life an “altar moment”. In the bible, people would make these stone monuments to remember times where God took care of them. I’m not going to put a huge stack of rocks in my front yard, but in my heart I NEVER want to forget that time. I will remember fondly how people came together to be the hands and feet of Jesus to this person that they didn’t know and went above and beyond to show God’s love.
I am so thankful that a year later, I still have my dad. I am thankful that he knows that he’s been given another chance at life and is living it to the fullest, that he is getting to know Jesus and becoming the person God created him to be.
What are your “altar moments”?