When I woke up this morning,
I had a thought….
How would America be if we all lived a life of gratitude everyday of our lives?
Instead of this one day a year…
with family and friends and a feast.
I believe we would be more like Jesus.
I believe we would have peace in our souls.
I believe that we would love like He does.
I believe we would see others through His eyes.
I believe that we would know what we should truly be thankful for…
and its not…
the raise at work
I believe it would be summed up in one statement…
I am thankful for Jesus Christ dying on a cross for me…
and my sins
and my shame
and my pain
For saving me.
For reaching His mighty arm down and lifting me out of the muck and the mire.
For taking my chin in His hand and lifting it up to meet my eyes with His.
For holding me close to His chest to hear His heartbeat.
I am nothing without this man.
Many of you have contacted me, waiting for a new post…
I need to tell you where I’ve been….
God has pressed the “pause button” on my life.
(That’s His words, not mine.)
Two weeks ago, my dad was living a normal life, working and going to church. He thought he had a blockage in his small intestine. Yet, in the blink of an eye, life as we all knew it…came to a halt.
My sweet daddy has cancer.
In his stomach,
I hate the devil.
I’ve seen a strong man become weak.
Laying on his side in a hospital bed,
Whispering his words.
Rubbing my arm,
Holding my hand.
Tubes attached to his body.
Two to six months to live.
in the midst of this valley…
I HAVE PEACE.
I can even dance.
Its because my daddy belongs to Jesus.
He’s blood bought.
My dad says he’s waiting on a miracle.
We’ve fasted and prayed and laid hands on him.
He said that when the Lord heals him,
He’s going back to the hospitals to tell others like him what the Lord has done.
“If people can’t believe with me for a miracle,
then I don’t have time for them,”
Dad said last night.
How and when the Lord will heal my daddy, I don’t know.
My hope is in the Lord all day long and through the watches of night.
I thank the Lord for my dad…
who is one person who believes in the call upon my life.
When the Lord called me to Uganda,
“You need to go. I may not like it, but I know that you hear from God. I would be a bad father if I kept you from going. You belong to Him.”
How many parents can say that to a child?
When I left for Uganda this summer, he took me to the airport and parked along the curb. He loaded my suitcases up on a cart and helped me across the busy lanes of airport traffic. I urged him not to come with me, as he could have gotten a ticket being parked on the curb. He watched me go through International check-in, all through the windows of an airport….until he couldn’t see me anymore.
That’s a tough requirement on a parent.
He sent me in obedience, as God had said, “Go”
I praise God that I have a father that believes in the power of God.
God has used my dad to steady me along as I’ve walked this journey.
I choose to be thankful today and remove my mind from what the rational world sees.
I choose to be thankful everyday and ask God to allow me to see through His eyes.
Happy Thanksgiving sweet friends!
“Praise be to the Lord, for He has heard my cry for mercy. The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped. My heart leaps for joy and I will give thanks to him in song. The Lord is the strength of His people, a fortress of salvation for his anointed one. Save your people and bless your inheritance; be their shepherd and carry them forever.” Psalm 28:6-9