January 27, 2002 was the last time I saw my mother smile. It’s a memory I hold so dear that I ask God to allow me to never forget it. It’s a memory I always want to be able to call upon.
I imagine that God knows our special dates; dates that we ourselves may not even be aware of.
Yesterday was the day she made the decision to follow me.
Two years ago, this was the date he put the bottle down and sought me.
Twenty years ago she stopped just believing with her head, and started believing with her heart.
I wonder if she knows that it has been six months since she gossiped.
It was five years ago today that he first shared his faith.
She last took that pill three weeks ago and she has spoken to me more in these three weeks than in the last three years.
We mean so much to Him, I don’t doubt that God knows all of our special anniversaries.
Jeremiah 29:11 (NLT)
“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.”