Go, then, earthly fame and treasure! Come disaster, scorn and pain!
In thy service, pain is pleasure; With thy favor, loss is gain.
I have called thee Abba, Father! I have stayed my heart on thee.
Storms may howl and clouds may gather, All must work for good to me.
If my soul needed anything yesterday, it was to choke out those words.
Even more than the hard situation being resolved, I needed to "stay my heart" on him.
Even more than being understood, I needed to cry "Abba, Father!".
Even more than wishing I could go back and do things over, I needed to invite "disaster, scorn and pain!" (with an exclamation point!).
I needed to believe that "all must work for good to me" when really it just felt so painful.
So, on this day after Sunday, when I return to the rhythms of the week, I remember those words and the work God did in my heart.
And I continue to believe by giving thanks:
~ the body of Christ in all it's messy glory
~ the hope of the gospel that brings reconciliation
~ a husband who comforts and leads me to my Savior
~ tears: a sign that we love
~ gain in loss
~ a son who cares for me and his tender heart
~ a new church building
~ God building his church in our midst
~ snuggles with my niece
~ time with my sister
~ laughter with family