Some dear friends of ours are looking at a extremely risky surgery for their son next week. Their son happens to be is my oldest son's best friend. We've been praying and crying a lot.
Meanwhile, I'm finding myself sitting with extreme worry over what I cannot control regarding our precious foster babes. The what-ifs were eating my stomach and overtaking my brain. So it's been a heavy week, even while I've worked hard to do what I know to do: Trust God.
Last night, our friends whose son is so sick sent out an email. Do you know what it was full of? Gratitude. Counting their blessings. I read it three times because I NEEDED IT.
Today, that is what I am striving to do. Letting go of fears and counting my blessings. Do you know that the blessings ridiculously outnumber the fears?! Wow, they do. The blessings are seen and experienced over and over and over and over as I look for them and count them. Meanwhile, the fears fade into the shadow of blessings. Lord Jesus, keep my heart in a place of gratitude.
Count Your Blessings,
