A Month of Giving Thanks: The greatest gift

I cannot write post upon post about giving thanks without sharing the greatest gift I've ever received.

My salvation.
Jesus blood poured out.
Grace flowing down.
Mercy lifting up.

I am not a great theologian.

I'm not a street preacher.

My faith is simple,
quiet,
personal.

I could never in a million years find adequate words to express what it means for me.

beauty in ashes.

joy out of mourning.

A pit so deep, but a God able to dig deeper and pluck me out of such despair.

Unspeakable joy amidst unspeakable pain.

I can't earn it. I don't deserve it. Yet it's mine.

Thank you, Jesus.

For this life.

This life so abundant.

This life where my children know of the Father's love for them in ways that I still can't grasp.

This life where I daily fall and you lift me up.

This life where my mess becomes your canvas.

This life where my strength comes only from you.

I cling to Christ, and marvel at the cost:
Jesus forsaken, God estranged from God.
Bought by such love, my life is not my own.
My praise-my all-shall be for Christ alone.

Jerald made this video for me yesterday.
His robes for mine? Brings me to my knees in thankfulness.
That my son is beginning to grasp what that means? I'm on my face.



I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth. 3John 1:4