More Than a Number
February 22, 2012
Personal Thoughts:
More than a number.
Never has a number become more personal than now. In my case that number is 4. I have read numerous stories about people passing. Two people killed in a car accident, three soldiers killed in Afghanistan, one child goes missing. However, I will never read those numbers the same again.
Behind each of those numbers is a mother or father, wife, son or daughter that is affected. When I read online that there was a plane crash in Africa and "all four US Military personnel on board died” it broke my heart because my brother , Captain Ryan P. Hall, was one of “the four”. If it were not him, then another family would be struggling with the lose of their loved ones. This time, the number became personal. I can not answer, “Why?” though I ask it often. I must find peace in knowing that my brother was known by God. That he was created for a purpose. That he was wonderfully and gloriously made. That God's will has been done and my brother's burden in this world has been lifted, and that we will meet again.
In this world we are always a number. We are assigned a number when we drop off our dry-cleaning. When we go to the DMV we get a number and wait for it to be called. When we are born we are assigned a number by the government. When we get a job, we are given a number. It is easy to become impersonal when all we see in another person, or ourselves, is another number. How incredible is it that our creator does not see us as another number. We are reminded in God's word, Matthew 10:29-30,
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
that we are more than a number to God. We are so valued by our creator and why not. Was it not he that created each one of us? Psalm 139:13-16,
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.
Our creator knew us from the beginning and will see us to the end. My prayer is that you do not look at others as another number, but as a child of God.
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Honor,
Sacrifice,
Strength,
Confidence,
Faith,
Trust
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Bro - Continue to heal in the grip of His grace, praying for you!
We are holding you all in our prayers- May God's grace carry and cover you.
Brandon, that was beautifully written. I am so sorry for your loss. We love you!
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