Always and In All Things
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.