The sun always rises.
Sunday always comes. Light brings hope
and truth and new beginnings.
I am so grateful these things are true, and have always been
true, and will always be true, until forever.
I’m so grateful for the caring love that was shared after my
Saturday post. I’m also grateful that I don’t sit in that darkness
forever. I want to assure the well-meaning
readers out there that the depth of feeling I shared in that post – that isn’t
my living, breathing, daily gasping for breath. That was a moment in a sleepless
night that somehow felt worth capturing and sharing. I am grateful that God uses vulnerability to
speak to others, to make others feel a little bit less alone in the world, in their
feelings, in the depths. I am grateful I
feel deeply because it means I am alive.
I am grateful for seasons that bring us to our knees. I am
grateful for seasons that are filled with joy. I am grateful to have friends on
the journey, and grateful that vulnerability allows light to shine in to dark
places. If we hide the places that are dark, light won’t ever get in. I am grateful to have a platform to share
light, and life and truth and the journey, and I'm grateful that he always shows me it’s never actually about
me anyway.
I am grateful God has given me a gift of words, and I am
grateful when I have the courage to be obedient and share them. I am grateful for the quiet seasons, and
grateful for the crazy ones. Each and every season is a gift, is part of the
rhythm of life, and the sun rises and the sun sets and we have another day and another
opportunity to arise, shine, let our light out into the world, into the
darkness, into the places thirsty for hope and healing and life and
goodness.
I am grateful for quiet office days that help me to feel
less overwhelmed with the work to be done. I’m grateful for lighthearted
laughter and friends to share life with.
I’m so grateful for team members who are incredibly capable, willing,
and able to help share the load. I’m
grateful the work of bringing light and life to the world is not only on my
shoulders; that I am gifted for a purpose and want to see that to fruition, but
beyond that lies only trust and hope. It doesn’t mean the hard things aren’t
still there… it means they aren’t quite so scary.
I am so grateful for the light.
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