The Story of A Tomb

The Story of A Thumb

It is fitting that this story be told on Easter. It seems just like yesterday, that I was asking for prayer because Fred chopped off the end of his thumb. Many times in the last six weeks, the prognosis seemed questionable. There were times as I looked at the injury, that my faith was not believing what my eyes saw. How like God to teach me once again that faith is not sight. God does not do things because we believe. He does things to increase our faith and to be glorified. I stand amazed. Today as I looked at Fred’s thumb, there were no visible signs of stitches. The thumb has reattached and is growing back. As the dead skin scabs and peels off, new skin is growing underneath.

This reminds me of the story of Easter. In fact it could be called the Story of the Tomb. It was then that God showed us that He could take what was dead and give it new life. The blood of my Savior crucified and resurrected gave us opportunity for life with Him for all eternity. That same Savior forced blood from a thumb that was living to a part that was dead and made it alive again. Our family has witnessed God’s power in a miracle that we will never forget. What could have discouraged and depressed us pushed us to be blessed by the Healer and Comforter. My God reigns.

As the thumb heals and the story is told, there will continue to be many more paragraphs and chapters to be written of other God stories in the life of the Gratto family. Blessings to you all and many thanks for your prayers and concern for us.