Not For One Minute

    I have blogged before that a lot of the specific assurances God has given me since Tracy died have come while I am cooking in my kitchen. I'm considering spending all my time at home, minus sleeping and showering, in my kitchen, but I do not know if the messages will come if I am not actually cooking. I would happily forgo laundry and housecleaning anyway. 

    I was prepping food for our Easter dinner on Good Friday for two reasons: 1) because I wanted to have some to share with our parents when we went to Missoula on Saturday 2) because I did not think I would get much done after we returned from Missoula Saturday night. As I was cooking Friday, I noticed on my Chosen app that there was a video available of how they filmed the remarkable scene of Jesus walking on the water. As I played that scene again, ending with Simon saying what I had been feeling about the painful "firsts" we were facing--Don't let me go!, the Lord told me, I will never let you go. And I never let Tracy go, not for one minute. I cried. All through the years of Tracy's spiritual drifting and my fear for his salvation, God had my son safely in His hand. When the Getty's "He Will Hold Me Fast" came on Alexa, my tears came again. 

    We forget sometimes, that the fist of God is not there to sock us into submission, it is holding us secure from the one who tries with all his might to snatch us away. But the One who surrendered all His rights and died to purchase us, will not let us go. Not for one minute.