Most of us enjoy a good surprise. Learning the sex of the baby they had prayed so long to conceive. The admissions letter to the college their son had hoped for. And on his father's birthday, no doubt! Winning a trip for two to the Bahamas. (That was a good one!) Putting an offer in on the house you fell in love with and later receiving a call that it has been accepted.
But what then, when the surprises are ones that hit you so hard, knocking the wind right our of you? A diagnosis of mental illness. A surgery needed with a long road of recovery ahead. Lab results which has brought concern. My sweet Mom, best friend and confidant has been diagnosed with Cancer. Soon I may live in a world where she no longer is.
In the quiet of my room I would try to pray. I would try to listen. No longer could I hear His voice. No longer could I find the words. Yet, I drew comfort in knowing God could hear my hearts cry loud and clear and He is listening.
Today. Today I feel His strength. Today I continue to look and see. To see Him in and all around me. His Glory. His Favor. To find comfort in His Grace. Today and always I am reassured by His truth.
But I'm just here, on the ocean floor. I can feel my heart beating warm. In the quiet, something else changed. I can hear You calling my name. ~ Gianna Jessen
