“If there are wolves in the woods–expect to see wolves; and if there is God in this place–expect to see God.” Ann Voskamp
Living moment by moment in gratitude is foreign to me. But I’m practicing. I’m learning when circumstances rain down turmoil and my breath catches and my heart rate rises– to pause and give thanks. But sometimes, it’s not easy.
A weekend morning in spring. Doors wide open, The Husband and I were up early working on projects outside. The grass still damp from dew and the day stretched out full of potential, I felt happy. This day, I didn’t need to choose joy, it was all around me, and bubbled up from somewhere inside.
A simple text message changed all that.
A daughter giving the news of her purse being stolen the night before while she was on a photo shoot. Not so earth shattering…but after estimating the contents, including the only key to her car which would need to be reprogrammed, the total loss went well into the hundreds.
This shouldn’t cause me stress., it’s really just a small thing.
But this daughter is trying so hard to start her own business so she can be home with her baby. She’s counting every single penny and financially simply can’t absorb this loss.
My heart pounded as I read the message. Anger flaring and mind racing I grasp for answers…how can we fix this? What can we do now to fix this?
I marched into the yard to tell The Husband. He shook his head and gave me a run-down of how to get a new key made.
“Do you want to call and tell her?” I shoved the phone at him.
“No.” Came the almost whispered reply. “We’re praying for her Robin, God is in control.”
Back to my work table set up on the back deck. The sun just starting to warm the cool morning air as I glued moss onto picture frames and tucked blue eggs into little birds nests. My hands productive while my mind spiraled and my heart sank deep in a thick mire of worry. I looked at The Husband busy in the yard, he must be worrying too. Or was he?
“God is in control” his words echoed and my focus shifted ever-so-slightly. Do I really believe that God is in control? Do I really believe that God is in this situation? Believe that He is at work in my daughter’s life? Believe that He is answering my prayers?
Apparently, I didn’t.
Not sure exactly how to will myself into believing, I bent my knees and asked forgiveness.
And then…like I’m learning to do, I offered thanks. Thank you for answering prayers…you are working in her life just as surely as you are working in mine. Thank you.
And on my gratitude list…
#452- Learning that if God is in this place–I can expect to see God.
This was a very small thing but that’s how I learn, one small thing…then another. I have to practice. Over and over…practice.
And guess what? Three hours later, her purse was returned! All the contents still there…
How do you cope with daily circumstances that steel your joy?