The love of my life is in the fight of his life. These are the first words I’ve penned since he had a heart attack on Friday. Someone else will post them, just as someone else has fed me, clothed me, and at times literally held me up over the last 84 hours.
This isn’t the first time we’ve fought for love – and with every hour, I pray it’s not the last time.
I know the voices of hundreds have stormed the gates with us in prayer. I know it because of the hundreds of unread texts/emails/messages – that someday I will read – but mostly I know it because I am witness to its power. The angel of death still hovers, but he has been pushed out of this room over and over and over again – only by prayer. Only by grace.
Jason’s life verse is Zephaniah 3:17. We have seen God in his midst as a warrior mighty to save. We have seen him calm Jason with his love. And we continue to rejoice over Jason with singing.
Psalm 63:7-8 is a picture of what the last four days have been for me.
Please, continue to storm the gates with us. Pray life.