These are the Days

Peace, Peace. There is nothing like Your balm of soothing salve that calms my chest, my lungs, my heart. Peace.

The air flows better, deeper. My heart slows. My eyes close.  They really see… all is a Gift around me.

When my little girl hurls so strong that her face is left with vessels to show the power of her illness, when my baby boy comes frantically crying to our room because he can’t cough to clear the mucous to get the air, when our family holds tight to one they love dearly as he walks through life's most difficult battle, I will still thank my God for His overwhelming goodness.

Isn’t it Him who gives me air to breathe? Isn’t it His design that makes my heart pump? Did I do something to deserve the ground I walk on or the water I drink? Did I earn my husband or my children?  By no means.  All I have is from His undeserving, abundant provision.

It is all a gift from Him. The good and the so called “bad.” It's all a gift.  Each is wrapped in different perspective. Some are easily seen.  Others are only seen through the lense of His Word and the lense of His Love.  Will I choose to be thankful for both the good and the "bad"?

The sweet little girl is singing loud from her swing this beautiful day. She sings words from her own heart to her own tune. Brent and I stop and listen and ask her to keep singing.  She bellows, “It’s all Your beautiful creation and we thank You, we thank You, we thank You.” And Brent says, “These are the days." They are all a gift.

Peace. My eyes close.  They really see… all is a Gift around me.