fifteen years

I originally wrote this post last year, and many of you have heard my story of rescue. But for those who are new to my blog, or those who haven’t heard it before, this day is always a special day of memorial for me, and I wanted to share it with you.

everything He gives


Fifteen years of undeserved life + breath.  Fifteen years, a gift.  We all know that each day we are alive is truly a gift, each new morning another day He has chosen to give us.  But I remember laying in the freezing dark cold of that snow, wet and shivering, being fully aware that this might be my last day.  We talked about it, my sister and I, as we clung to each other and to any semblance of warmth in that makeshift snowcave.  We knew God would be good even if He chose to end our lives in this way, on this mountain, at the ages of 16 and 20 years old.  He could have, but He didn’t.  In the swirl of emotions following our rescue, the way it felt to see a helicopter with men smiling and waving over us, the way it felt to be helped onto that…

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  1. Amazing story, Martha, but I’m sure you’ve heard that hundreds of times at this point. My older two kids will be the ages of you & your sister at the time of your rescue in just five years time (crazy to think!)…I would hope they, too, would have the fortitude and intelligence to dig a snow cave and hunker down & also the grace to trust each other & God while they waited…but I’m not sure…incredible strength of body, mind, & soul! Thank you for sharing & also for sharing two years ago your Faith story following this event! xx

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