Two years ago today, I saw my dad for the very last time. Two years ago, my entire life changed. I watched my mom crumble as the realization of his death swept over her. I held on dearly to the family and friends who came to comfort us. I wept. I ached. I cried from a place I never know existed.
I have since made peace with my own personal tragedy. I have come to realize that now, two years later, I can remember this day as a day of celebration – not of mourning for a life that was lost, but rejoicing for a life that was gained. You see, my dad lost his life that day. He left this world and went to the next – which in and of itself is a miracle. But, I can proudly say that I also gained a new life that day. In my brokenness, God recreated me. I gave him my life, my past, my sickness, my shame, and he made me new.
I am so excited about what God has done for me and in the lives of those close to me. He is truly in the life-changing business and I am a testament to that. When my dad died, I thought I was surely about to wind up on anti-depressants and living comfortably in a psychiatrist’s chair for the rest of my life. I saw an image of myself weighed down in a deep pit and I was very, very afraid of the person I would become. But, God also gave me an image that night of a thriving, healthy, and stronger version of myself and I asked him to help me become that person. Without a doubt, he has led me step by step on the journey towards him.
My soul has been delivered from the demons that once held me back. God has rescued me from my illnesses and my issues. He has given me new life – new and abundant life. He has made me a new creation, just as he said he would. He has sustained me, he has strengthened me, and he has comforted me.
So, today I pay tribute to my dad by saying happy birthday to my new life in Christ Jesus.