The last time we ever set eyes on one another was the day our divorce papers were notarized. Once we parted ways in the parking lot of the notary public, we NEVER saw or heard from one another again. NEVER.
Never means NEVER. No contact means NO CONTACT. No phone calls…no random sightings…no letters. Cell phones and the Internet hadn’t even been invented yet.
NOT ONE SINGLE SOLITARY FLICKER OF HOPE IN SIGHT.
3,231 days and 3,027 miles passed.
And then, on one sacred day…a day ordained from before the beginning of time…a letter of apology arrived in the mailbox of Clint’s house.
And the rest…as they say…is history.
HIS STORY. HIS GLORY.
“Abraham was first named “father” and then became a father because he dared to trust God to do what only God could do: raise the dead to life, with a word make something out of nothing. When everything was hopeless, Abraham believed anyway, deciding to live not on the basis of what he saw he couldn’t do but on what God said he would do.“ Romans 4:17-18 The Message, emphasis added.