When my daughter, Savannah Grace, was young, I told her something that would affect my life in later years. Though I did not know how dramatically at the time.
Savannah Grace and I may have been on an adventure, or a daddy-daughter walk on the beach, I cannot remember.
However, I do remember this.
I looked into her blue-green eyes and said, “Savannah, if you want to watch how God’s grace and mercy can touch someone’s life…watch my life…I will be the one.
That moment came back to me many years later.
A Sunday morning, sitting in church, unemployed for the second time, having gone to get food from a local food pantry to feed my family for the first time, angry, terrified, feeling alone with no plan as to what to do next.
I went forward to the altar of the church toward the end of the service and knelt down.
Having no idea what I would even say to God at that moment, much less ask for anything.
I knelt there in silence.
And then I felt the presence of someone beside me.
I did not look up, and I felt a gentle hand touch my back and I knew exactly who it was.
As predicted many years before.
Grace touched me…
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