We pray for blessings
We pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering
All the while, You hear each spoken need
Yet love us way too much to give us lesser things
Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise - by Laura Story
I have heard this song before. I love the words. I heard it in the car twice yesterday and it spoke to me differently this time. I found myself looking back. Looking back at those times in my life where the bottom seemed to have fallen out and I was lying in a heap with no hope in sight. Dark days. Days where my very soul seemed to have been crushed and I could not catch my breath.
I can look back on those times and see God's hand in my life during those times in such a huge way. The devastating thing that was happening at the time was God's very best for me. It did not feel like it was at the time. It did not feel gracious. It did not feel loving. It did not feel kind, but it was. That is the kind of God I serve. He is the kind of God who blesses me above what I deserve.
I immediately thought back to that day on June 11, 1993. "He has cerebral palsy. Any questions?" My "perfect" world was rocked to its core. How in the world could that be what God wanted for me?? It was. For many years, I compared. It seemed like God had given me "less" than what he had given other people. Not who Davin was, but what he could do v. what I thought he should be doing. It was hard to sit in the nursery. It was hard to have a bunch of kids over to play. Hard to go to the park. I just thought about how "different" everything was. I can honestly say that taking Davin to his dinner/dance last night, I felt none of that. No regrets with what Davin can do or who he is. Maybe it once was a blessing in disguise, but not any longer.
God allowed my world to rock when my Daddy had a traumatic brain injury combined with a staff infection in his heart. Life would never go back to the exact way it was. However, in the last 8 years, I have spent a day a week with my Dad almost every single week up until moving a few months ago. As difficult as that was, there were so many blessings.
Sometimes it is almost as if I have in my mind where God "should" take my life and I am on my way there. Then, he lovingly changes MY course to be his course.
Tears...yup, I cried buckets full. Sleepless nights....absolutely. I am thankful that God loves me too much to give me lesser things.