The past nine/ten months– the time it takes to grow a baby– we have had broken ribs, brother hit by a bus with nasty recovery, bladder cancer diagnosis, operation, treatments, seizures,
scads of discouragement, tragic loss by dear ones, a freaky home market that went up and down at the exact wrong times for one we love– nearly.leading to a loss of home, mental illness and real homelessness in the family, dear ones moving far away, a tough hospital visit and recovery for my dad, some very difficult work and life issues around us, over a week of room quarantine in India with Covid, dementia, illness and medical procedures in dear friends and family. It’s been a literal flood of hard times.
Yes, there have been blessings. Lots of them, and you are one.
I want to tell you– Ever and always through it all, God is there and God is good–just as the young housekeeping guy in India said. We could not do it without God’s great love, joy in spite of it all, peace that passes understanding, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, and the gift of self control. Really. I’m hopeful that all this will birth something beautiful. And I remain ever thankful because I so could not do this life without God’s great love. May you experience it today and every day, in joys, but especially in the hard times.