It began when I was a little girl and my father wrote to me nearly every day from Huntsville State Prison, signing off each letter with “LYMTL”. He later proved it when his last words were prayers for my mother and I instead of prayers for his own life to be saved.
It later became my first tattoo, a tribute that I chose to have permanently marked inside of my lower lip. I often forget that it’s there, but I will never forget him.
It carried on with my husband when he made his final decision one night that pursuing a life with me was worth whatever potential risks that both of us living with Cystic Fibrosis, a terminal illness that we were both born with, might bring.
But most importantly, Christ became the embodiment of this truth when He took my sins upon Himself and died in my place, on the cross that I deserved, so that I may have the unearned privilege of spending eternity with Him instead of apart from His presence.
This is my story of a life almost lost,
My redemption and its cost,
And the unmerited blessings He has given me, on both the mountaintops and in the valleys, along my way…
Because He loves me more than life.
“Greater love hath no man than this: That a man lay down his life for his friends.” – John 15:13
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