They are young and the time is short.

If I turn around they’ll be gone and the grandmothers say it goes by like that.

But some days, it takes an external force pushing me, propelling me.

Even with a fierce mama’s heart and love, there are days when I am down and God has to remind me what He has done and is doing for me, and I have to ask Him for help. So He gives me what I need to get up and move and I get up and it’s because of Him.

But there is more to it, you see.

God also says that he doesn’t rest or slumber, and that when I am weak, He is strong.

During the days when I couldn’t get up and do what I needed to do (and there have been many), and I’ve gone to God and told Him to do what I cannot– He does. When I couldn’t get up– He did.

I know there are many more unknown miracles, and one day they’ll become known. For now, I simply know– they are there.

“All have sinned and fall short…”– well, that is me, every single day, folks. Every. day. I fall short every. single. day. In some form or another.

But– I am forgiven. I am loved. Yet. Still. Despite. By God.

Nobody else can do this. Nobody else cares THIS MUCH. Except God. He even thinks more thoughts of me– or anyone else– than anyone else could ever do:

Many, O LORD my God, are Your wonderful works Which You have done; And Your thoughts toward us cannot be recounted to You in order; If I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered. Psalm 40:5

I don’t know what else can I say, but this:

Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits.  Psalm 103:2

Yet. Still. Despite. He is a solid rock I can count on. He gives the grace for living. How to say thank you?


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