You never know how much you really believe anything until its truth or falsehood becomes a matter of life and death to you. It is easy for you believe a rope to be strong and sound as long as you are merely using it to cord a box. But suppose that you had to hang by that rope over a precipice. Wouldn’t you then first discover how much you really trusted it? … Only a real risk tests the reality of a belief. ~ C.S. Lewis
Real risk and reality rushed at me last night when my cell phone rang at 10:30. It was the kind of call that is the dread of every parent. My daughter called to say that my precious 3-year-old grand-daughter was on the way to the ER: her were lips blue and she was barely breathing.
1200 miles a part, we cried together and prayed together. I think it was just before midnight when I got the call that she was OK. The E.R. doctor said it was the worst case of croup he’d ever seen. The adrenalin shot worked. She stayed overnight, covered with wires, stuck on her small self with smiley faces. The doctor said it was “close”.
We talked on the phone this evening. She said “I love you, Grandma Debbie! I need to go eat my fruit bowl now!” I told her I loved her, but I’m not sure if she heard me. It doesn’t matter. She knows. Life is simple for her. She trusts the ones who love her.
Last night, I trusted the One who loves me and loves the ones I love even more than I do. I didn’t trust in His safety, I trusted in His sufficiency. Would I still be able to say that He’s true to His word, sufficient in grace, if the end result had been different, as it has been for some of you?
I pray that I would because I know, in reality, we are always dangling over a precipice. Every day, we choose which type of rope to pick up before we step off.