A friend has been challenging me in the discipline of thankfulness.
I’m thankful for that.
While I started slow, I’m beginning to have my eyes opened to all the grace around me.
And I’m thankful.
For leaders who are humble enough to change things and loving enough to care that change is hard.
For friends who understand hard days but celebrate with and for you even when you’re too shortsighted to see what’s worth celebrating. For family who wait and love and forgive and pursue.
For a Church who holds up His word; a church who doesn’t apologize or blush when they say that Jesus is better than the blood of even the most precious saints.
For eyes to see that I am not the woman I want to be, but I am not the woman I once was either.
For silly and furry creatures who offer nothing to me except their warm breath and consistent presence and needy loyalty.
For ministry and the way it fills you even as you pour all of yourself into it. For gifts that He gives us to help us build the body. For the body that builds us up through its gifts. For a great and glorious gospel that is still so unfathomable to me after all this time.
For the Savior whose eyes met mine those years ago. The minute I saw Him I knew that He’d been there the whole time, just waiting for the moment when He would tilt my face upwards towards His and let me behold His beauty.
For a Father who loves His Son so desperately. For the love that hovers between them that is the Spirit. And for the divine conspiracy those three had to rescue this failure known as Fabs.