Obviously, I am feeling the holidays a bit. This year for me started off kinda rocky. Heck last year ended on the rocky-side of the mountain as well.
What I have learned is, through my mustard seed size faith, that my God is always on time. Always there to supply the needs of his sheep as long as we do what we are supposed to do. It may not come when we think it should or in a neat little pretty package, but those blessings keep on coming.
As human beings, we get so caught up in the huge blessing, (million dollar lottery, lol) that we totally breeze by the ones we consider as mediocre. (nickel and dime)
Who is to say that isn’t the entire point?
No one knows but the man above. He sends us through so much grief, hard times, tests, all for us to come out smelling like roses. That may not be the best analogy seeing as though roses are said to smell like boo-boo. LOL…(it’s a song don’t judge me, I love Outkast)
The point is, he never gives us more than we can bear.
Today I’m thankful for my struggles because I can appreciate God’s favor and protection that much more. The more I sit back and look over my life, I can see how he has protected me through so many things that could have ended me for good.
Coming up I had depression issues. Of course, I didn’t figure it out until I was an adult because the disease became more noticeable. The eyes of the world was now open to something that so many of us have been living with for years. When I was younger I contemplated taking my own life more than once and even as a young adult, the pain of my past never went away.
The smallest things would make me go into a slippery slope of no man’s land, a fit of tears, and feelings of worthlessness clouded my judgement. I didn’t love myself because I felt that no one else loved me. If I couldn’t find love for myself then how could anyone love me. (Wow, that hurt my feelings to write) Only my husband has ever known that little tidbit.
Through the grace of God, I’m still here. Still fighting. Still struggling. Still facing my many demons of the past. Still pressing forward. Still dealing with nightmares. Still dealing with just enough fear of a relapse. Still, still, still… The only difference is my relationship with my God. The difference that makes this fight easier to bear. Knowing I have that driving force that has not giving up on me yet, has not thrown in the towel, and in the midst of my storms shown me a better way.
So yep, I’m thankful on this blessed Thursday morning. I have been blessed to not only see another day but to have a father in heaven who has shown me his grace and mercy through all my shortcomings. Sent his one and only son to die for my sins. Sins that only he knew would come to pass.
Acts 3:19 (NIRV) So turn away from your sins. Turn to God. Then your sins will be wiped away. The time will come when the Lord will make everything new.
One thing I always keep in mind, my problems are no bigger than the next man and it could always get worst. So I’d rather be thankful for what I do have because I could have nothing at all.
Going through the storm certainly makes me appreciate coming out. I don’t know about you but I feel a chill mixed with hope just hearing the name Jesus. (Ha, whatcha know about that)
Until next time…
Here’s a little something that I hope moves your soul and strengthens your spirit, it certainly does it for me. Be blessed!