Since I've last updated this blog, my family walked through a fairly difficult several months. My husband wrecked his motorcycle the week before I gave birth to our fourth baby, he was off work for two months, then developed a very painful case of shingles (at age 30!). During all of that we dealt with normal daily life issues...a broken oven, an emergency root canal, a physically painful third trimester. I was in desperate need of a break. One evening, when our busy house was finally quiet and tidy after a long day of noise and mess, I got to thinking and praying...and decided to make a stand on what I know. Circumstances are wild and shifty and unfaithful. The truth is all I have anyway. I shared this on my instagram that night, and I keep coming back to it.
If nothing else, this season of physical affliction has proven this true for us. We have bruised bones and fresh scars, labor pain and sleepless nights, a savings account that's been hit with crisis after crisis, news headlines that scream condemnation and fear, and now viral nerve pain and exhaustion. How ironic and probably not-coincidental is it that I've been saturated in Psalm 107 for months?
"LORD, help!" they cried in their trouble, and he rescued them from their distress. Let them praise the LORD for his great love and for the wonderful things he has done for them.
Rescue: He did, He is, He will.