A thanksgiving.

The past week, I went to church, even though I didn't want to. This prayer was up on our screen. It was what I needed to see.

I asked God for strength, that I might achieve;

I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey.

I asked for health, that I might do greater things;

I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.

I asked for riches, that I might be happy;

I was given poverty, that I might be wise.

I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men;

I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.

I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life;

I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.

I got nothing that I asked for, but everything I hoped for.

Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.

I am among all men most richly blessed.

The past week these things happened to me too...

humbled by the kindness of people sensitive to my unique situation.

tempted, but not beyond what I can bear

signs, around every corner that it is not about me but Thee

lifted up, when I was truly down

safe in the storm


This week, I am holding my breath, waiting for answers and relying on faith.

I haven't stopped doing.
I'm just doing with purpose.
I know something is waiting for me.
And God IS taking care of me.

Renewed faith,
A gentle touch,
A feeling of peace.

I get this grace from God, working through those around me.

When I exhale, I'll let you know.