My birthday’s coming up and my daughter keeps asking, ‘how old are you?’ So I’ve taught her to say ‘one, two, three, four -ty.’ Life’s too short to do the whole count.
Left to myself, I’d wail, ‘The best is over!’ But I have far too much to be thankful for. Forty years in which I’ve known the Lord’s goodness. Forty years of being carried. Forty years of manna and forty years of grace. 480 months, 2080 weeks, 14600 days, 350400 hours, 21024000 minutes and 1261440000 seconds – and in every one, the Lord has been faithful.
I’m thankful, that..
- I have all my own teeth
- the Lord has never treated me as I have deserved, but has loved me as His child
- He redeems the bits I always hated – and made some of them into the best parts
- His love is deep and unconditional
- For space and silence and sabbath rest – even in the chaos
- He has made me – good!
- A loving birth family and a loving church family
- His Spirit who helps me when I can’t go on
- The first sip of coffee when I’m struggling to wake
- Joy in the little moments that aren’t planned or expected
- Right now, there is blessing; but the best is still ahead
- For my daughter, a miracle
- For the indestructible joy that comes only through pain
- That He is breaking me of wrong loves because He wants more for me
- He hears me when I weep
- Despite all that I have said and done, there is no condemnation
- He has made me to lean – on Him and on you
- For books; and the slowness of reading and the gift of entering another person’s world
- That my busyness is a choice; and there is always Sabbath rest
- There will always be enough – because He is
- I’m not the centre of the world
- He breaks whatever binds
- For candlelight and crosswords and gifts that aren’t necessary but bring joy
- In Christ, I don’t need to pretend
- I am not in control; and I never was
- Outwardly I’m crumbling; but inwardly I’m being made new
- My husband, who knew me, before; who chose me and keeps choosing me
- For friends; the ones I’ve known my whole life; and the ones I’ve only met
- Kindness when I don’t deserve it…that brings me to my knees
- Hard-won stillness
- The word that shows me Jesus, everyday, afresh
- I’m not who the world says. Hurrah!
- The cat, purring on my knee
- Words of hope from other believers, like batons in the race
- I don’t need to know the answers
- There’s a place where I fit
- Music that points beyond what’s here and says the things I can’t articulate
- The courage of those who have gone before and finished the race
- God, who comes down into our mess; and takes us to be with Him
- The beauty of Jesus.
Thank you, Lord.