God is good all the time. All the time God is good.
Do you know how I know?
I arrived in Redding on Saturday and spent most of the afternooon sitting on my mom’s bed. We talked, shared stories, caught up, and went fishing. Actually, my sweet little daughter went fishing. Through an open bedroom window, with a fishing pole and some help from Papa and my sisters, Izzy caught a fish. A cotton-candy fish. Okay… it was a bag of cotton- candy. But … it was so special.
Izzy had a dream months ago of her and Papa going cotton candy fishing. She woke up laughing. It was one of the sweetest moments of my life. And so while we were all gathered by my mom’s bed, Grandpa recreated the dream for her. I’ll post the video of it soon, because it was so magical. She stuck the poll out the window and reeled in cotton-candy.
I think you understand why this Easter, spent in a manner I would never have chosen for my mom, will always be a special one. And why, even though I’ve never liked the taste of it, cotton-candy will henceforth be very, very special to me.
Or why… in the midst… God is so, so, very good.