Happy Thanksgiving!
Well, it goes without saying that I have a tremendous amount to be thankful for this Thanksgiving. Our precious Jonathan. He rolls, he eats Cheerios, he pushes off the floor, he babbles, and...he almost sits. And of course...he is healthy. I wanted to share a Thanksgiving sort-of psalm - God's words in this psalm have ministered to my heart:
Those who sow in tears will reap with shouts of joy. Though one goes along weeping, carrying a bag of seed, he will surely come back with shouts of joy, carrying his sheaves. Psalm 126:5-6.
I am so thankful that God has restored my heart, and Craig's heart, with joy. If I had known of this promise when Jonathan was born and was so sick it may have lessened my pain. It has been 8 1/2 months since Jonathan was born and my life has come full circle and taken somewhat of new direction. I feel a peace I have never felt before and a contentment that is certainly new to my disposition. I think I have even learned to be more patient and less planning. I have learned what it really means to "wait on the Lord" - and on several occasions I have had the strength to suppress my own agenda and wait for His. For all these things I am grateful. But, I have a few more.
I am thankful for my husband of eighteen years this November 23rd, Craig. He is a rock. When I first met him I was struck by his quiet confidence, intelligence, handsome appearance, wit and security in the Lord. Through all we have been through this year he has been loving, supportive and encouraging. He is an incomparable husband and wonderful father.
I am thankful for Abigail's sweet nature and gentle spirit. She talks to me and tells me everything about her school day...everyday. While this is overwhelming at times, it is also a huge blessing and I treasure her trust.
I am thankful for my recent Amtrak trip to Chicago with Luke. We rode 17 hours on a train in two day to visit Chicago. Traveling with Luke was like traveling with a best friend - we played chess, played cards , watched movies, built Lego's and had a fabulous time. It is true that we ate horribly - especially considering we were in Chicago - but he is only six years old. Our 48 hours was absolutely priceless - I will never forget it.
I am thankful for Marie's cheerful disposition. She is just so happy...and she loves kindergarten...especially the making-new-friends part. She wants play dates all the time - usually with the same little girl, Sky, who I am trying not to overwhelm.
And Jonathan. Thank-you Jesus. Never, ever, never, ever, never, ever will I forget your faithfulness.
Jill
