83: Resurrection Faith

83: Resurrection Faith

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Devotional Stories for Tough Times

Resurrection Faith

By Sally Clark

I will give them a heart to know me, that I am the LORD.

~Jeremiah 24:7

“We’ve got to go. Now!” My husband leaned over the choir rail and whispered insistently.

“Why? The service just started,” I asked in hushed tones.

“Now! There’s been an accident.”

As our twenty-year-old son and his eighteen-year-old fiancée were driving to church that Sunday, their car flipped over, and they were both injured. The hospital would not give any details, saying only that we should come right away.

A doctor met us at the door and asked all of us to follow him into a room down the hall. That’s where he told us that Krista was dead, her body thrown out the passenger’s side open window and crushed when the car rolled over on her. Doug’s injuries were not serious.

My heart kept saying this could not be true, but my head told me that it was. What’s more, my head was telling me that God was real. Totally real. God was more real to me in that moment than the flesh hanging from my son’s ribs. God was real. There was no more doubt.

In the weeks that followed, my tears came as easily as breathing. My husband, my son, Krista’s family — we all suffered more than we thought we could stand. It drove me to my knees for the first time in my life.

“What do I do, Lord? How can we get through this?” I pleaded. The answer I received silenced me.

“I want you to know me. I want you to know who I am.”

I don’t think I actually expected God to answer me, but this was certainly not anything I had imagined I would hear. These were not my words or my thoughts. I knew that much. I had heard God’s voice inside my own heart for the first time, and I knew He was inviting me to know Him in ways that I had never known Him before. But how, I wondered, was I supposed to know God better? Through the Bible.

So I began to read. I devoured the Word like a starving woman at a banquet. The more I ate, the hungrier I was. And the closer I got to God, the harder my life situations became. Things got worse, much worse, before they got better, but slowly, we healed. Over time, I came to understand that though circumstances are painful, I have no control over what God will do, only faith that He is good. And I live with the humility of knowing that my faith came to life through Krista’s dying, for somewhere in her death, I found the words of resurrection.

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