
A young woman called her local pregnancy clinic and care center in desperation. As a client, she was receiving support services from the agency and was hysterical—rightly so. “There’s something wrong with my baby. He isn’t expected to live after birth.”
She received referrals to places that could provide the help she needed. Ultimately, she decided to continue with her pregnancy, determined to cherish each day with her unborn baby. Her little son was born, and she treasured every one of the seven days he was alive. Today, she reflects on that time in her life with no regrets and sweet memories.
Six years ago, my dad’s heart stopped. He was in the ICU on life support for two months. Family and friends interceded in prayer on his behalf, and the Lord healed him through a day-by-day process. He faced a long recovery, relearning to swallow, talk, and walk. Throughout my dad’s healing journey, he shared about his out-of-body experience. He encountered an angel at the gates of heaven who told him it wasn’t his time to die. My dad had to return to earth.
He was devastated. Since he trusted Jesus at the age of 44, his greatest passion has been to be with Jesus forever.
He returned. Back to earth. Back to the hospital bed and medical tubes. For a time, my dad struggled with why he wasn’t allowed into heaven. What could possibly be left for him to do? Eventually, the need to understand faded. He found peace from God, knowing that each day is a gift, another chance to live for Him and share His love with others.
“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom” (Psalm 90:12 NIV).
This was one of my dad’s favorite verses before his near-death experience, and he still refers to it today. May we not take for granted the days that God has given us. May our lives embody His wisdom.

In 2017, in the early hours of the morning, I stood face-to-face with two assailants. They had forced their way into my house, brandishing guns. One of the young men (they were both teenagers) commanded me to the living room. I knelt on the floor with his gun pressed against the back of my head. I repeatedly called out the name of Jesus. As I cried out to the Lord, I was enveloped by the presence of the Holy Spirit like a protective bubble. I sensed Jesus reaching down to me, while my soul reached up to Him. Perfect love filled the bubble. I knew that the moment the young man fired the gun, I would instantly be with Jesus. I was ready. Like my dad, my greatest desire in life was to be with the Lover of my Soul.
My husband heroically saved my life. Instead of being in the arms of Jesus, I was still kneeling. The Holy Spirit bubble had popped. I heard my husband, as if from a distance, tell me to call 911. I felt confused and panicked. Once the crisis abated, I called my mom and learned that the Lord had awakened her to pray for me fifteen minutes before the crime. She travailed in prayer until five minutes after the police left. God had seen me and used my mom’s faithful prayers to protect me.
At first, I had questions about why I was spared. Eventually, I understood that I had been saved for a reason. It was not random. God had a purpose for me that I must fulfill.
Psalm 139 describes the intimate, intricate care God has for us.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts,[a] God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you (vv. 13-18).
I love that all the days ordained for me were written in God’s book before any of them came to be! I have absolutely nothing to fear. I am called to embrace each day as a gift from God. I feel compelled to share the love of Jesus every day I am alive.
What about you? Tomorrow, when you wake up, will you take a deep breath and thank the Lord for giving you another gift? What will you do with it?
Don’t waste it. Don’t spend it selfishly on your own pleasures or comforts. Don’t let the thoughtlessness of others ruin it with irritations.
Instead, make someone else’s life better by sharing Jesus’ love. Smile, encourage, actively listen, meet somebody’s need, and tell your Jesus story.
Each day is a gift from God. You can touch your world with Jesus’ love, one person at a time.
Note: This is not one of my sermons (yet); it is a reflection about a very significant day for me.
































