There are things in life that affect you in a profound way, despite the fact that it might not make sense. This is a story of just such a thing.

I don’t remember the dates exactly, but I would estimate that I met Terry and Karise in 2013 or 2014, and I met Brent and Julie in 2016. I don’t know either of these couples well, but they both happen to be among the few who stood out to me. I believe the reason for this is that I could see the Spirit of God shining brightly in them.

Soon after I met Brent and Julie, I began to see how these two couples had much in common and were walking through very similar storms. I thought perhaps they, in particular Karise and Julie, might provide some support for one another, so I decided to connect them. One simple FB message later and these two ladies began a journey together. As time passed, I saw FB comments going back and forth between them, and I think I even remember seeing posts about their plan to get together. It brought me joy to know that I had a little part in that.

But I had no idea the impact that this would inevitably carry. I knew their paths were similar, but I didn’t know the extent of it. I have come to learn that Brent and Terry each received their cancer diagnosis on July 28, 2016, and their suffering ended only one day apart. Terry went home August 21, 2018 and Brent, August 22, 2018.

God never ceases to astound me. His providence over us is beyond my humble comprehension. He knew He would be welcoming His sons home. He knew the heartache their wives would feel. He knew they would understand each other’s pain. So He brought them together.

He brought them together.

Though I know God has worked in my life, and in me, for nearly 42 years, this may be the most powerful way He has used me yet. Turns out, it wasn’t my idea at all to bring these two daughters of the King together. I was merely His instrument.

Merely His instrument.

It brings me to my knees to know that the Lord of all would choose me, ME, of all the people in this world to be His messenger.

Truth is, the blessings I have received from following the journeys of these two families are immeasurable. I have been witness to incredible faith and strength. I have seen God carry these women through unimaginable pain and sorrow, never allowing them to carry it alone. I have seen hope that defies all understanding.

Meeting each of these women, though briefly, was no accident. Somehow feeling a sense of connection to them was no accident.

Heartbreak is fresh and raw, but I have no doubt that, through the power of Christ, Julie and Karise will rise victorious.

Love and blessings to you both!