While our daughter, Meredith, spent time in intensive care we were surprised at the peace God granted us. Even when we were unsure if her condition had caused brain damage, the joy of the Lord was most certainly our strength.
Meredith recovered with no brain damage and life went on as before. Months later while at the mall, a woman approached me to ask where we might have met. When I laughed she said, “Your smile––your laugh. It’s so familiar. I just know we’ve met.” As we talked, we realized she’d been the nurse in the ICU where Meredith had been sick. She went on, “I remember your laugh and smile because it’s rare to see joyful people in such circumstances. How do you explain that?”
Immediately I wanted to tell her how knowing Jesus is what gave us peace to trust Him with our child––and that His joy was the source of our strength. However, the words wouldn’t come. Instead I said, “We prayed and God answered our prayer.”
But in my heart I knew I blew it! This was an opportunity to share my faith and I failed miserably. So I determined to learn how to share the gospel. Here’s what I discovered:
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