a very dark thing happened. It dawned on me that he
was only a few feet away, and a sensation took over
my body. I wanted to get him out of there, and for
a split second I wanted to reach out and start clawing
at the dirt. I felt once again he was trapped. First
it was the snow cave, and now it was his grave. He
wasn’t supposed to be there under that dirt.
I still wanted to rescue him and bring him home to
me. It wasn’t right.
I pleaded to God to
do something that I knew would never happen. I begged,
“God, please! I believe You are a God of miracles.
I know Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead, so why
can’t You raise Kelly?” Even as I said
it, I knew what I was asking was crazy, but in that
moment of desperation to get my husband back, I wanted
to pull out all the stops and confront God with everything
I had learned was in His capability. After I said
this, I felt foolish.
While I knew God was
listening, I believed that He was not going to participate
in this conversation. He loved me and was there with
me, but He was watching more as a loving parent when
a child falls down to see if she will try to get up
on her own.
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