He was alive. PRAISE GOD! He was alive. He actually managed to walk away from the whole accident with nothing more than some serious scrapes and bruises.Well, some serious scrapes and bruises and a whole new outlook on life. Though we didn’t talk about it much, we were both very aware of how close we were to losing him. How much worse every part of that accident could’ve been.
As terrible as the experience was, God worked it all out for our good—as He often does.
The very next Sunday, my husband woke up and announced that he was going to church. I couldn’t have hid the shock (or excitement) on my face if I had a year to practice.
“Okay.” Is all I managed to get out, but was spoken in a way that told him I was starving for more information.
What is happening? What brought this on? Is he okay?
He proceeded cautiously, warning me, “Don’t get your hopes up. I’m just going to check it out.” He went on to explain that the night before he talked to a friend that was a frequent attender at a local church just outside of town and this friend invited him to go.
Afraid that if I pushed too hard it would turn him off of the idea, I let him go on his own and didn’t ask to go with him. Instead, I waited for him to get ready and leave the house before doing what I did best. I prayed. And prayed. And prayed some more. “Please God save him. Please God work in his heart and in his soul. Bring him closer to You. Help him have a real relationship with you.”
That was about five years ago. Since that first day at David’s Community Bible Church my husband decided we were all going to start attending church regularly as a family. He made it a priority and led all of us there every week. We have since become members and attend almost every service.
Are you ready for the crazy part?
I spent the better part of our relationship praying for God to save Skyer and bring him close. To use me if he had to, to help my husband have a great relationship with Him. And what I learned after only attending a few months at David’s was that I needed to be saved just as badly as he did. I had lived in religious stagnation for most of my life. I knew nothing of God outside of ‘if I pray, He will hear me.’
I now understand the process of sanctification and growing in my faith. I have a richer, more meaningful relationship with my Savior that I strive and hunger to strengthen every single day. He has made me all the better of a wife, mother, and person for it.
It makes me smile to think about all that time I had been begging, waiting for God to use me to save Skyler, and in the end, God used Skyler to save me.
Just goes to show you, God’s plan is always so much better than you ever could’ve imagined.