Fifteen years ago today, my husband Craig piloted our little airplane on a routine flight from Grand Rapids, MI to Lebanon, PA. He was supposed to pick up the pastor friend he’d dropped off the week prior.
Craig never arrived at his destination.
A search ensued that lasted for weeks.
Life was turned upside down and inside out.
It was harrowing.
It was all-consuming.
Not just for me, it imprisoned my children, my extended family, and all my friends.
Life as we knew it just stopped.
In that time of suspended anticipation, our faith was tested and our prayer lives exploded.
Everyone wants to see a miracle.
No one wants to need one.
I needed one.
Did I get it?