Many mornings over the past six years, the first ink to flow through my pen into my prayer journal comes out, “God, you are good.”
There is a depth of the goodness of Jesus that I did not understand until he took my hand and walked through the fire with me. And because of that I am thankful for a diagnosis six years ago today that left me crushed and collapsed in Corey’s arms.
Jesus taught me things through cancer that I could not have learned any other way. He brought me to a place where I believed in my innermost being what I have always believed in my head. That God is good. Always. And in all things.
How can I not be thankful for that?
How can I not be thankful that the leaning of my heart trends toward, “Okay, so this is a crappy thing happening in my life, but God is still good.”
How can I not be thankful that though I wrestle with anger and frustration like everyone else, my heart always comes around to “God is good.”
How can I not be thankful the when one of my kiddos goes through a hard thing, even though my heart is broken, it still whispers, “God is good.”
How can I not be thankful that every morning when I sit down with my coffee, my Bible and my journal, the first cry of my heart is, “God, you are good.”
And He is. Always and In all things.