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The Chandelier
By Janet P Eckles
Wednesday, August 24, 2011

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A potential accident is averted.

 

Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)
Some emails we get totally annoy us, a waste of time really. Others are a bit insightful, and yet others like this one tell you about real stuff but leave you stunned. It came from my dearest friend of all time. She writes:
Good news ... we are all OK! God was really watching over us!
Bad news ... a car drove into our dining room on Sunday, at about 7:00 p.m.
My husband, two sons and I were all home at the time. We had just finished eating dinner. It appears the driver had a seizure with her foot on the gas. My 19 year-old happened to be standing by the front door and saw the whole crash. He almost got hit by a car while standing in our own dining room! The car drove through the cul de sac, ran into my husband’s car parked in front of our house, spun it around, totaled it, drove through the dining room window ripping through walls, pushing the dining room table into the china cabinet which pushed through the wall to the kitchen before stopping.
Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt. My son had a few minor cuts on his legs from flying glass. The driver will be OK.
In the center of all the broken glass, broken china, broken furniture and ripped walls and carpeting - in the midst of it all shines our beautiful crystal chandelier, which remained untouched since it was hanging above.
After reading these details, I called my friend on the phone. “I can’t believe that happened to you!”
“I’m still in shock,” she said. “We could’ve lost our son. Just the thought of that makes me shake.” She paused. “How did you do it? When you lost Joe so suddenly?”
“It wasn’t easy,” I said.
“And you even became an inspiration in spite of that tragedy.” She was too kind with her remarks.
I pondered what she’d said and asked myself: How did I survive the tragic loss of my son?
I gave a silent sigh before the truth blurted out: I also had a chandelier--God’s Word in me had remained intact.
I put together that chandelier long before the pain burst in. I had invited Jesus into my life, and that’s when the first spark of light shone through the darkness. Then, moment by moment, day after day, each verse that leapt from Scripture added to the cluster of crystals that now shimmered in my soul. His Word became the lamp to guide my steps when walking on the broken glass of sorrow, and the light to dispel the gloom of the path ahead.
Without that chandelier, that darkness would have become darker, ushering despair. But instead, it shines steady, giving the glow of strength. The strength to clean up the rubble of negative emotions, bring calmness to the madness and put order to the mess.
"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle." (Psalm 27:5)


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