If I told you how many hard places our family faced around this time of year, you might wonder if it really happened just that way.
I couldn’t make this up . . . and since I journal, it’s all there that He was all here.
Autumn, the remembrance of technicolor grace that covered dark places. Marked forever in an old tattered Bible I call my “transplant Bible” that brought me through some of the hardest times in life. It’s the one with the tearful scribings that clutter the margin in Psalm 118 along with names and dates to tell a story of transplants and comas, trauma units, too many broken places in too many broken lives and the most recent, a son battling-brave with cancer.
Life leaves scars. The scars make true every journal entry, so I’m thankful for the scars that reveal the holy torn and mended places. How-ever He sovereignly chooses . . .
This is the time of year when the traditional emphasis is on thankful, joyful, positive looking ahead . . . but what if as your 2019 story comes to a close it reads more like abandonment rather than abundance – and you’re looking for a reason to give thanks to a seemingly distant God?
I understand. That’s why I’m drawn to Psalm 118 – a prayer of thanksgiving for victory in David’s life in between the lines of twenty-nine verses that describe a life that doesn’t appear too victorious. Much the same of in-between the lines of our lives.
David’s account isn’t ancient – it’s in my countless and current November moments that will ever-last in my grateful heart – although tragedies I wouldn’t want to re-do, the times reveal real life – real people – and a real God – right now.
The thankful we can gather in the rubble of Psalm 118:
:5 He will answer and set us free
:7 we are never alone and He will help us
:8 we have assurance that He is trustworthy
:17 we can have hope when we face trials
:24 and this is the day that He has made – so we can rejoice . . . in this day.
The abundance found in the brokenness is the peace, joy, rest and hope hidden in the middle of glorious ruins.
So what if abundance isn’t about having a good story but one to share to help others through their own?
Oh give thanks to the Lord for He is good – for His steadfast love endures forever Psalm 118:1