The crooked way, straight

My group, facebook church, did an event today where members are posting a testimony, or a God moment, to share with everybody. I posted mine in the group's discussion board, but thought I would also post it here so my friends that aren't in this group could read one of my numerous God moment testimonies. Join the group if you like too. all are invited.

Luke 3:5
5 Every valley shall be filled, and every mountain and hill shall be brought low; and the crooked shall be made straight, and the rough ways shall be made smooth;KJV

This scripture inspiried the God moment that I'm going to share. Life is filled with things that seem incomprehendable and crooked, but God makes the crooked way straight. He brings answers to questions that we as humans can't understand. He brings enlightenment to situations that are dark. I've had so many God moments in my life and seem to encounter divine interruption on a daily basis. Sometimes these moments are intensely spiritual and other times these moments just involve a "still, small voice". On August 24, 2004 my father, Victor Bentley, passed away at 51 years old. This was an experience that I can't explain. He was a pastor, a man of God, a father, a husband, and a best friend to all who encountered him. Why did he have to be the one to die? His death certificate reduces his life to meningitis and encephalytis. It was as if these two medical terms would forever define him. I strugged during the 3 months prior to his death while he laid in a coma trying to find meaning and understand to the situation. I will admit, I still have yet to find an answer to his passing, but I have found acceptance. One of the many God moments I experienced during this time was on the day of the funeral, August 27, 2004 when I discovered that I was pregnant with my first son, Reese. This would've been my fathers first grandchild. At first I thought this was a cruel twist of fate. Although I was happily married and had been for 4 years at this time, it was as if some sadistic diety was playing a game for his amusement. Why at this time of loss would my fathers first grand child make his entrance? Why couldn't my son have been born early enough to meet my dad? Why couldn't my dad have lived just 9 months longer? I experienced a God moment in my spirit when I realized and comprehended that life is a big circle. It comes, it goes, and eventually your memory will fade. The Bible says that life is a vapor. I believe that god's timing is perfect in all things. My son Reese ended up being the balm of healing that my family needed. The joys of pregnancy and child birth wiped the tears of grief. His genius, intellect, curiousity, and hilarious outgoing personality are an exact replica of my fathers. The Lord gives and the Lord takes away. Blessed be the name of the Lord. I'm thankful for the encounter with God that showed me the timing of Reese was not a bad set of cards dealt to us, but the healing we needed.