“Six to eight months.”

Tears filled my eyes as the surgeon told my mom and I the prognosis for my dad’s cancer.  “Months,” I thought. Thirty days never sounded so short.

Hearing this news was the way I began Good Friday, 2015. My dad passed away not five months later on August 22, 2015. Our family lost its patriarch and won’t ever be whole again.

But God redeems.

Good Friday this year was hard for my family. Each of us woke up with a heavy heart remembering the last year. The memories of which seem distant, but the reality so near.

Then I got a phone call from my husband.

“I got the supervisor position.”

THOSE. WORDS. My heart has been longing to hear THOSE WORDS for two and a half years.

For a little background, my husband has been working evenings since three months after we were married. It’s been hard living independently from my husband. I’ve had to find new groups, new ways to get involved so that I don’t come home every night and just sit by myself. He has been so faithful to apply for opportunities that would give better hours. I’ve had numerous people in my life say that those didn’t work out because God had something better for him. I want to say I believed that too, but after two and a half years, my faith was shaken.

But then it happened. And not only is it an 8-5pm M-F, no weekends or holidays… it’s a supervisor position!

God knew, He knew all along. In the most perfect way, this news redeemed Good Friday. For me, the contrast between last year on Good Friday and this Good Friday could be compared to the first Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday. When all seemed hopeless, Jesus conquered death to bring us all to righteousness.

“O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting? For sin is the sting that results in death, and the law gives sin its power. 57 But thank God! He gives us victory over sin and death through our Lord Jesus Christ.”
1 Corinthians 15: 55-57

Thank you to everyone who has covered my family in prayer. Your faithfulness is so humbling!