"He took up a lot of space. Moving around us. Weaving in and out of the aisles. Some ladies were annoyed. An old man behind us snickered and under his breath said, ‘hurry up.’"
“I hadn't seen him in nearly 13 years, he was 4 years old then, but everything seemed to fit… I slowly walked over to him, and his family. I slowly approached him, and when he looked at me... I shattered the ice."
In the summer of 1997, Julie Kemp, her husband, Andy, and their 8-year-old son, Landon, were driving home from church when an ambulance coming back to its station crashed into their car at an intersection.
"Me calling him my ex-husband’s name as I walked drunkenly through the house at 3am. Him keeping secrets from me. Me going through his pockets. Him never looking me in the eye. Both of us addicts, just of different substances."
What might appear to be calamity was God’s intervention, His perfect timing. What would sensibly be titled a tragedy from a worldly perspective just seemed like a next step for kingdom purposes.
