There’s a reason I fight to delight in the daily details. There’s a reason I count gratitude for simple things and every good day. There’s a reason I try to create beauty in my home and everyday. There’s a reason I lean into looking for laughter and hunting out happiness. There’s a reason I meditate on the gift of every good day.
There’s a whole host of reasons and often the fight is a hard one.
Because in everything good, there is the equally hard side as well. Because if I don’t seek, I will miss it. I will get swallowed up by the overwhelm, the inevitable stress and struggles of life, the pain and difficulties that come.
I will forget to count it all joy when I walk through the testing of my faith that produces steadfastness.
I can easily, too easily, count on one hand, on both hands, people I know, people dear to me, who are walking through the dark valley. People combatting pain, pressures, unanswered questions, unasked-for circumstances, financial stress, forsakenness, disappointment, doctor appointments, and on the list goes.
People who feel like NEEDS IMPROVEMENT is stamped big, stamped bright, red letters written across every area of life. People who feel hopeless and hard hit. People who are enduring what they never thought they could.
I pour out prayer over each one. Because I care and because sometimes I am the person with the looming trial, the hurt no one sees, the one who needs a friend to step up and pray for me.
There’s a reason I open my Bible and read these words, even when my simple mind doesn’t fully comprehend them.
Philippians 3:10 ~ I want to know Christ and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in His sufferings, becoming like Him in His death, and so, somehow to attain to the resurrection from the dead.
Philippians 4:19 ~ And my God will meet all your needs according to His glorious riches in Christ Jesus.
Today I am breathing gratitude for coffee in my favorite mug, for the promise of spring approaching, for clean laundry and things to organize, for all the good tucked among the hard, for kisses and hugs and for the faithfulness portrayed by people as they center themselves on Christ in the middle of the storm.