Writing a book about an event that happened eight years ago is a great way to remember the past. I’ve been fortunate to have a journal, notes, photos, and thousands of e-mails to help jog my memory. Without those, the story wouldn’t be very accurate.
Our memories and recollections of past events fade over time, but there is something else at work too. The speed and change of life give us new things to focus on, to the point where we slowly forget the blessings that God provided in the past.
Eight years ago, I vowed to thank God every day for performing a miracle and saving my daughter Maggie’s life. Starting each day with a thankful heart gives honor to God and sets me up for a better day. When it comes to God’s promises and blessings, I will never forget.