As 2015 comes to a close...
My mom started a New Years tradition years ago. Many people come up with New Years
resolutions which are all well and good but lets be honest, they only last til
February. So instead of a list of items
that never get done, mom just comes up with one word. It’s a word that God impresses upon her heart
to help guide her through the coming year.
Its amazing how that one word will pop up throughout the year, reminding
you of God’s presence and guidance. I
picked up the tradition a couple years back. I started with “adventure” as that
was the year that Trey was born. I
wanted to put a positive spin on the challenges of being a new mom. Everything that year was an adventure for
sure!
2015’s word was “Thanksgiving”. Now you have to understand that my sense of
humor is a bit warped as of late. The
other day when I thought about my word for the year I kind of chuckled. A year of infertility, pregnancy with twins
and then losing twins doesn’t seem like a time for thanksgiving. But then I really looked at it. Yes, we went through a lot this year. But we also have a lot to be thankful for.
As 2015 began, we had already faced months of
infertility. I claimed that word because
I knew that 2015 would be a year of new life.
I was claiming God’s promise of a child.
I was looking ahead with thanksgiving for that child. Looking back, even with the loss of the
twins, we still have reason to be thankful.
Two lives were created. Prayers were answered.
Looking back at 2015 I can be grateful for God’s provision
in an amazing husband. I would never
wish infertility and child loss on anyone but I can be thankful for the growth
that has happened in my marriage. The
last year has been HARD. We’ve had a lot
of difficult discussions and decisions that had to be made. I have seen God work in my life and in Denny’s. Nothing brings me greater joy than seeing
evidence of God’s presence in Denny’s life.
I love hearing Denny talk about what God is teaching him. I cannot imagine going through this with
anyone but him.
Another area of thanksgiving is my son Trey. If you know my son, you know that he is FULL
of life! The kid never stops. As frustrating as that can be, I love his
energy. I love his curiosity. I love his craziness because it makes the
brief moments where he’ll pause and crawl up in my lap for cuddles so much
sweeter. There is nothing better in life
than seeing the smile that lights up his face when he sees me. He reminds me to be thankful.
Yet another area of thanksgiving is the purpose we see in
loss. When we were planning the memorial
for the twins we decided to ask people to donate to Jewels from Heaven in lieu
of flowers. This ministry supports 17
orphans in India with plans to take on 7 more kids by May. Honestly, I didn’t expect much out of this
because I didn’t think people sent flowers anymore. Well, God blew my mind again. We have raised $1200 so far- and
counting! God is so good. Lucas and Lorelei are spreading their
influence all the way to India. That
money can be used to serve those children who get to grow up in a godly, safe
home. They get to know what it means to
be loved. That is worth thanking
God.
There are always things to be thankful for- even in the
midst of pain. God creates beauty out of
ashes. The death of a dream doesn’t mean
its over. God takes our hurts and brings
life. It may not be a life of a baby (or
two). It may be the potential to change
the lives of 24 babies across the world.
We cannot sit in hurt. That is
not God’s design. He may allow
difficulties and traumas in our life.
But along with those comes a calling.
It’s a calling to take part in a bigger dream. Your involvement is your choice. You can choose to sit in bitterness and anger
or seek His face, find thanksgiving and see lives change. I’m friends with the missionary who takes
care of those beautiful children in India. I love seeing videos of her kids. I love seeing the joy on their faces as they
make crafts and cover themselves with glitter.
I love watching them sweetly recite memory verses. I choose joy.
As 2015 comes to a close, I choose thanksgiving.
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