Blessed.
I am blessed. Tremendously and overwhelmingly blessed. Unfortunately, there are days that I lose sight of that. They say that joy is not based on circumstances. Which I believe to be very true, but recently I came to realize that I think sometimes joy can be based on circumstances, if we see our circumstances rightly. In the last year I have gone through more troubles, problems, emotions, and just plain hard times than I thought to be possible, or even explainable. I have been overwhelmed, tired, discouraged, confused, and broken. And sometimes I have focused on that, rather than on Jesus being enough. Because He truly is. People so often say that God will never give us more than we can handle, but sometimes I think He intentionally does give us more than WE can handle. It's then that we get to live life together with Him, and we're not the ones that have to handle it, because He's got it.
There are days that I say, why is it me that has to live this life? And then there are days that I say, how in the world is it me that gets to live this life? I thank God for all the crazy stuff that has come into my life. It is through all of that craziness that I have been able to more clearly see God's great goodness. It's a beautiful contrast. I have to depend on Him a little more diligently, a little more faithfully. This week someone said, "Hannah I love hearing your stories. It seems every week you have a story, something that God has done." I love that. Because I get to tell them that I live a funny life, and I have a funny God. But I also get to tell them that God is a giver, and I get to live this crazy life with Him. I get to tell stories of God's great blessing, and that God puts people in my life that bless me. I haven't bought fruit for over a month now; because I told God something ridiculous, and He likes to give, and uses people to bless. Some days I come home and all my wood is cut, split, and stacked in my basement. Some weeks I come home to flowers on my table from dear friends, and food paid for. Or a song written for me by a sweet girl that I adore. Other times, people fix my car for free. There are days that people ask, what can I do for you? And sometimes I simply say I need a big hug. The greatest thing is, all of this seems normal. I don't even think that maybe to others this seems unusual. I have gone through much. Why? I really don't know. But I do know that God is good. So completely and infinitely good. And He shows up in the best of ways, in just the right times. My life is a life that is overflowing with blessing, real ways that God expresses His love. I am grateful. I am grateful for those that Jesus saw fit to put in my life, I am thankful for answered prayer, I am so grateful that God is a giver and for His many blessings that He generously lavishes on me. I am grateful that He has chosen me to life this crazy, beautiful life. That I wouldn't change anything. Because if He has used the circumstances in my life to shape me into someone that resembles someone a little more like Him, if He has used all this to refine, build character, and help me see that Jesus really is enough. It makes it all worth it. I am blessed.
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.
There are days that I say, why is it me that has to live this life? And then there are days that I say, how in the world is it me that gets to live this life? I thank God for all the crazy stuff that has come into my life. It is through all of that craziness that I have been able to more clearly see God's great goodness. It's a beautiful contrast. I have to depend on Him a little more diligently, a little more faithfully. This week someone said, "Hannah I love hearing your stories. It seems every week you have a story, something that God has done." I love that. Because I get to tell them that I live a funny life, and I have a funny God. But I also get to tell them that God is a giver, and I get to live this crazy life with Him. I get to tell stories of God's great blessing, and that God puts people in my life that bless me. I haven't bought fruit for over a month now; because I told God something ridiculous, and He likes to give, and uses people to bless. Some days I come home and all my wood is cut, split, and stacked in my basement. Some weeks I come home to flowers on my table from dear friends, and food paid for. Or a song written for me by a sweet girl that I adore. Other times, people fix my car for free. There are days that people ask, what can I do for you? And sometimes I simply say I need a big hug. The greatest thing is, all of this seems normal. I don't even think that maybe to others this seems unusual. I have gone through much. Why? I really don't know. But I do know that God is good. So completely and infinitely good. And He shows up in the best of ways, in just the right times. My life is a life that is overflowing with blessing, real ways that God expresses His love. I am grateful. I am grateful for those that Jesus saw fit to put in my life, I am thankful for answered prayer, I am so grateful that God is a giver and for His many blessings that He generously lavishes on me. I am grateful that He has chosen me to life this crazy, beautiful life. That I wouldn't change anything. Because if He has used the circumstances in my life to shape me into someone that resembles someone a little more like Him, if He has used all this to refine, build character, and help me see that Jesus really is enough. It makes it all worth it. I am blessed.
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.
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