I truly understand—and share—that appreciation for and passion for life that I saw in those other cancer survivors a decade ago.
He has shown us in ways we never could experienced otherwise that He is enough.
This morning, as Jechoniah (my guitar) and I worshiped the Lord in song, most of the songs were love songs—the Father declaring His love for me and I declaring my love for Him.
Life always comes out of death.
This has been a good—hard—year. Through an extended battle with Covid and it’s side effects, it’s been a year to learn much, grow spiritually, become more aware of His presence, and see the power of prayer.
A second childhood, or a second chance at life?
There are a lot of things from this year that I never want to repeat, but I thank You for Your faithfulness through it all.
All in all, now is the season for me to focus on the Father, and be thankful and at peace with what I can or can’t do physically.
God was not caught off guard by this young man’s suicide. He was not surprised by it. Could I have made a difference? Maybe. I’ll never know for certain. I do know that God allowed him in my life for a season of mutual encouragement…. I can be thankful for this experience. Joyously giving thanks? Absoultely not! Not right now. Not yet. Maybe a little further down the road, when I see more of how God uses it. For now, it just hurts too much.
Our perspective on giving thanks should be based on the infinite, not the finite. Why settle for “an attitude of gratitude” when we can overflow with thanksgiving?!?