Some day, and it is a day I dread, my son will be struggling with something and say “what’s the point?”
I pray with more fervor than I knew I had that I am there that day so I can tell him how Death has been fighting for him since before he was born and that the Father allowed us these struggles so that we could know with greater certainty than before, that our God is with us. That he is greater and as he has delivered us before, he will do so again.
I don’t know what the point is, only that Jesus walks by us every step of the way.

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