There was a story that went viral a few weeks ago that well hit a little close to home.  A young lady in Allentown, PA decided to post a picture of her holding a sign pleading for help in finding her birth mother that abandoned her 27 years ago. Click Here For the Story This got me to thinking, how many other kids that are now adults would take their circumstance to social media in order to reunite themselves with someone who walked away from them many years ago?  It is definitely a less expensive option than having your DNA tested and traced, hiring and investigator or researching vital statics hoping to find a match. But to all who believed him and accepted him, he gave the right to become children of God. – John 1:12 Click To Tweet In a matter of about three weeks and 30,000 shares this young lady in fact found her birth mom and was able to reunite with her after almost three decades.

There is no end to amazing grace… how simple words can calm an anxious heart. It is amazing how the words of one song that many people hear and dismiss as just another song can have such an incredible impact on someone else’s life. For the past few weeks I have been going through an undisclosed health complication that has required weekly visits to a doctor across town. Knowing what I do about the music industry specifically the rotations that radio stations use when playing their A,B, and C’s the odds that I would hear the same song about the same time during the same trip each week are well pretty phenomenal. In the middle of the storm I am holding on Click To Tweet Granted there are certain songs that get heavier rotation due to popularity, ratings, etc. but for the song to land in the same five-minute window  of each weekly journey when the appointments may have been the same time but my arrival differed is proof that even in the era of pre-programmed air play there are bigger controls being used.

The phone rang, yet I was not there to answer. A call to “call home” was all that was left, the sinking pit of all my fears overwhelmed my heart full of trepidation.  He does not usually call me, what could he possibly want, wonder what I did this time, the thoughts whirled through my head.  I will just call back later, is what I said to myself, dreading the condemnation that might occur on the other end of the phone. Startled, I must have dosed off or was caught gazing into my own emotional abyss, I jumped a bit when the phone rang again, this time with almost a sense of urgency that could be felt.  I answered bracing myself for the worst, yet hoping for the best.  The voice on the other end trembled as the words were spoken.. ‘it’s your grandfather’. What do you mean grandpa?  I just saw him, we had just talked,