Lost Opportunities

Forgive me for running late today. I got word yesterday that my grandmother died. Sixteen years have passed since I saw her last. And that was the one time she met my oldest daughter. We've lived countries and states away in the meantime.

What saddens me in this situation is the lost opportunity. See, this is a person who shut herself into her own private hell for over forty years. She could have had a better life, one filled with love and happiness. Instead she chose to live alone, disconnected and apart.

I wish I could have helped her. I wrote letters to her once, trying to share God's love with her. I wanted her to see she didn't have to live like that. I wanted her to know she was truly loved.

She never answered those letters, so I don't know if she ever understood. And that's what I truly mourn right now because what connection we had in the here and now died long ago. No, what I mourn is not knowing where she is right now.

Did God reach her in those final days and moments? I want to believe He did. That's what I prayed for, but maybe I didn't pray enough over the years or do enough. I don't know.

Our 1Peter3Living group will fast again this Thursday for our unbelieving spouses and loved ones. I enter this fast with a different perspective and appreciation for the importance of what this amazing group of people is doing.

I hope you'll join us. Let us know who you are, if you wish, and who you'll be praying for so we may pray for them as well. Let's not let another opportunity pass us by.

Praying and believing,
Dineen