The 3rd of July
Today is the 23rd anniversary of my father’s stroke. This was a horrible day that would change the course of my life forever. Nothing would be the same… good or bad… it would forever be different. Change is difficult and it doesn’t matter if change comes by choice… it can still be a painful process. July 3, 1986 was the beginning of a huge change that I wasn’t sure I was going to survive. But I did.
I have few painful memories that I connect with specific dates… but this one has always been an exception. I knew at the time that we were up against something that would alter the course of our lives forever and maybe that’s why the date has stayed with me. It gives me an opportunity to look back and to reflect on my life to see where I was and just how far I’ve come. July 3rd forces me to see the transition that I underwent (good, bad and ugly) and to recognize that everything happens for a reason. It might take 23 years to see… but God has a plan and it may not look like ours, but if we really mean “thy will be done” then we have to be prepared for the ride. July 3rd reminds me that if I trust in him… it will all work out… eventually.