How can I say thanks?

Thursday, November 22, 2012

My words are inadequate to express the depth of my gratitude to the One who loved me enough to give His life for mine, and change the course of my destiny. It started before I was even born. Jeremiah 1.5 says simply this: ‘Before I formed you in the womb I knew you. Before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.’ Well, I don’t know about the whole prophet thing but I do know that I know that I know that He knew me, and had a plan for me. Why, you ask. And rightly so.
I’m nothing if not honest, blunt at times, so I’ll just cut to the chase. I shouldn’t be here. That’s a trite saying to some, but to me it’s a fact. Yep. I was born dead. Beyond dead, actually. “White asphyxiated”, according to my mother. Blue asphyxiated is bad enough, but white… well, there’s very little hope of life for a baby born like that. When she talks all things medical she knows her stuff – as a midwife in the east end of London for many years she has tales to tell that are not for the faint of heart. She didn’t get around to mentioning I was born dead for about 40 years but when she did, it affected my life profoundly. That verse I came to relate to on a very intimate level.
Right now I seem to be living in a Romans 8.28 mode, telling myself that God is greater than my circumstances, and that ALL things work together for my good regardless of how I feel on a daily basis, because I’m called to walk by faith and not by feelings. How can I say thanks to the Creator of the universe, who saw fit to give me life, despite the odds? I can’t help but be thankful. If nothing else, I’m thankful for life.
I’m thankful for my two daughters. We’ve been through a lot together, and a mother’s love runs deep. They keep me on my knees. They say things, do things, choose things, that cause me pain. Hang around folk I wouldn’t choose for them. Use language they have no business using. I wanna slap them upside the head sometimes. One has decided “that whole religion thing works for you, mum, but not for me…” and that another lifestyle does. The other has decided to date a man outside of her faith. If it’s still even her faith. Still, they’re mine and I love them.
I’m thankful that the youngest is still alive and kicking. Usually me. Two days ago she was in a major serious car accident, and she lived to tell the tale. I’m thankful there’s still hope for her to return to the God of her salvation, the One she used to know quite well. If He can save this stubborn gal, He can save anyone!!!
I’m thankful for the heroes who die daily for my right to live my life as I see fit and God directs. I’m thankful for the gift of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness because of men who will give their all to defend those freedoms. John 15.13 says that there is no greater love than the one that lays down its life for a friend. And these guys don’t even know me. I honour them and thank them for their sacrifice.
I’m thankful for true friends. The circle’s been getting smaller lately, but the ones that remain have been proved faithful. God told me once that a friend in need is a friend in DEED. They’re gentle. Patient. Time after time after time. How I treasure them.
I’m thankful for the gift to write. I lost that dream so many years ago and am in a season where God is restoring all the years the locusts have stolen. I am finally brave enough to pour out my heart on paper and be transparent, hoping to touch souls and leave fruit that remains.
I’m thankful for God’s grace. (It’s my middle name, and I choose to embrace the grace rather than resist it, like I did for so very many years.) His mercy. His unending love. His goodness. I’m thankful for every new day. The chance to encourage, strengthen, help someone in this sin-filled world. I choose to rejoice despite my feelings, and be glad because regardless of my feelings, circumstances, or even finances, He’s still worthy. I choose to praise His name, even when it looks like He’s not working and I can’t see my way out. I’m thankful IN all things but not always thankful FOR all things. Yet one thing I know. Thou remainest. God is good, and His mercy endures forever. How can I say thanks? How indeed.
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    What a wonderful blog of giving Thanks to the LORD! Thank You for sharing this with us!
    1812 days ago
    amen and amen
    1821 days ago
    What a great testimony and a wonderful tribute to God.
    1822 days ago
    I felt your story in my heart. Well said .
    Your not alone , with raising these children . I can say as the bible said , teach your children in the way they should go, they will return to the lord .

    Mine did

    Happy Thanksgiving DAy
    You blessed me this day & reminded me of faith , active faith .

    1823 days ago

    Comment edited on: 11/22/2012 1:37:34 PM
    Kari, you gave your thanks to Him perfectly!
    1823 days ago
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