And with that, I now knew two facts.
- My son was hurt in some way.
- As of 6:24 AM on a Wednesday morning in February...he was still alive.
Dialing Jake's number I only knew fact #1 was valid. The call went straight to voicemail. Dial again. Voicemail! It was now about 6:28 AM.
Was fact #2 still true?
Jacob belonged to the Lord. Jacob was a child of God. Jacob was our son at least for the time God placed him in our care and we were the stewards of this wonderful human being's life. What a privilege.
We began praying out loud for healing. Even though God promises to never leave us or forsake us...we don't always know what He will allow in our lives.
The door was smashed so far into the car that the steering wheel was in the middle of the dashboard where the console had been. There was a streak of blood across the airbag on the passenger side of the car where it looked as though Jake had been drug out of the car.
He somehow was found in a ditch in the snow face up.
Jake continued, “Ya know...it just dawned on me that you should be making funeral arrangements...but instead...you're making me pancakes!”
Are these truths we can experience in the middle of the storm?
Romans 8:38-39 (ESV)
Do you listen to "another gospel"? One that doesn't claim that Jesus was the son of God sent to die on a cross to bear your sins so you may have eternal life...or does not teach that He was buried and resurrected on the third day according to scripture?
Seek God...in truth...and I promise you will find Him. There is NO OTHER NAME but the name of Jesus by which you must be saved.