I never would have thought it would draw to an end like this.
It marks a year, my little scribbling here today. A year since the world turned upside down and right side up and back again.
As I cuddle close Josiah, another baby rests near in my thoughts, cradled in my heart. We said goodbye just as we began to be aware of each other, and it happened so fast.
A year ago, I nearly died.
Three short weeks after that happened, my husband lost his job.
Had you asked me in those intervening days if I had thought we would be here today, I probably would have looked at you askance. I knew in my heart that God was in control, but I remember how dark and scary the way seemed.
Now I look back as I watch this year draw to a close and I see.
Miracles shine like dew drops along the path near the footsteps of the One who carried me through. Grace after grace, mercy after mercy, provision upon provision. In the face of grave uncertainty, every need has been answered and provided for. Every time we thought we were coming to the bottom, our jar was filled again. I think of all the people along the way too, the ones who loved us, the ones who prayed, the ones who gave of their hearts in our time of need, and continue to bear our burdens with us…I stand amazed.
The blessing journal stands full of stories from this year, too many to count.
…Of health regained
…Of a heart turned towards Home
…Of the miracle of life
In the face of a messy economy and countless other trials, we never went hungry. We never lost our house. We never lost our joy. I watched others I knew lose everything, but we did not. Grace upon grace! I would never have thought that it would be twelve long months of fruitless searches as my husband tried to find a job, that even the gas stations and fast food places and retail stores would close in rapid succession like dominoes. And that he is searching still. I never would have imagined after the horror and loss of last August that I would be holding the most amazing miracle of a baby, counting his fingers and toes and kissing his sweet skin.
And here I stand at the close. What will the next twelve months, fifty two weeks, three hundred and sixty five days, bring?
All I know is this.
My God? He can do anything. He is in control. And I am His. That is all that matters. The rest is grace.