Journey 30: Interview on Moody - Chris Fabry Live

She walked away from me after one last hug, curly hair bouncing merrily, face confidant, dark eyes twinkling with excited anticipation. Our 18 year-old daughter Jacqui was ready to soar, and I almost sensed wings fluttering as she sauntered towards her new college dorm. I dried my tears as my heart filled with joy at the sight of our perfectly happy girl. How could I weep over my loss when she was fulfilling her dream and embarking on this new adventure?
Should I react differently for James?
Two years ago I gave him one last hug before he soared to heaven, squeezed him tightly, kissed his delicious face, and let him go. It was not my choice. God called him and we were forced to relinquish our treasure. But he lives now perfectly happy, filled to overflowing with endless joy. He is not homesick for earth as he relishes the majesty and brilliance of eternity. I must wipe my tears away and focus on him, intensely preoccupied with his Father's business, soaring free, angel wings fluttering in accompaniment.
So now I get to tell his story. Yesterday I sat with microphone before me, headphones pressed against my ears, radio waves transporting the message I always imagined he would one day relate. But those were my plans. I serve a Master who does all things well, who is faithful and true, who never makes a mistake. As He supplies the grace, I will share James' story with any willing to be reminded of the hope Christ provides, regardless of the good-byes he calls us to endure.

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From the program: Chris Fabry Live

Journey 29: It's Arrived

As I crafted James' story, as I attempted to put words to all we had endured, as I relived and recalled the agony and the joys of living with James through all he had to go through, what God had called him to do, I desired above all else that the book would minister to hurting hearts, would remind others that God is sufficient, regardless. As I edited, proofread, re-wrote and remembered, I longed for people to know James, to understand his story, to be inspired by his triumphant life. I desired that the Lord, who Himself had carried us in His arms through every moment, would take this little book about this little boy and do big things, God-breathed things.
Now, the book is available and I finally have the privilege to share it with others. And I have been absolutely surprised. The early comments tell me that God is already using James' story to tenderly touch and powerfully impact the lives of readers everywhere. I am amazed. I keep bringing the book and placing it in the Lord's hands just like the little boy once did with his meager lunch. I know He will bless it and I pray He would use it continually to feed the hurting hearts of many.