As my heart aches with a grief difficult to comprehend let alone describe, I am thankful.
Thankful that although we are in a place I knew was coming but hoped would not, God made provision long before I accepted the seemingly obvious path in front of me.
Thankful that a broken heart can know both grief and joy simultaneously as the hand of my loving Father graciously comforts me in spite of the barrenness pain brings.
Thankful for the knowledge that God is close even if I am not. Distance in miles and communication may separate me farther than I desire but he knows no distance as his omnipresence assures safety, mercy, love, and grace I cannot be fully be aware of nor could I comprehend.
Thankful that mercy and just are the ways of a loving God who graciously walks each one of us, even in our sin, to the place in the road where we come to ourselves as a prodigal child with the opportunity to be celebrated upon our return. That promise is for me and my children the same as it is for you.
Thankful that somehow, each day, I find a way to settle into a place of trust in the God I established a loving intimate relationship with long before today as this is where my weakness becomes strength, sorrow becomes joy, painstaking breathtaking hollow ache of grief finds comfort, and where in spite of the things I see with my human eyes I am reminded that God is sovereign and his goodness never changes.
Thankful for His word as it is faithful, true, and unchanging even when worldly circumstances appears otherwise. I know this because he gently reminds me in subtle soft ways of a word he’s given me that he’s not forgotten even though I had. I wait. While I wait, I seek. In the moments I seek, I talk to him and he talks to me. That still small voice is breath to my soul.
The Lord is my Shepherd, I lack nothing even when this broken fallen world throws things at me I prefer not. Psalm 23:1
