It never ceases to amaze me the way God is constantly pointing me to His goodness and His grace.
Having walked through what has been a season of tremendous pain, God has been sweetly showing me His love and has expressed it in many different ways….
“I'm grateful for my quadriplegia. It's a bruising of a blessing. A gift wrapped in black. It's the shadowy companion that walks with me daily, pulling and pushing me into the arms of my Savior. And that's where the joy is.”
As I read that quote, I couldn't stop the tears from falling.
For so long now, I have been carrying around the weight of this trial, wondering why I can't just “shake it off” and move on;
There's been so much healing that God has done in me, and yet, there's so much I still don't understand, so much sadness that lingers;
however, after reading that quote, I realized something very, very important;
I realized that though this season still hurts, that I am no longer fighting it. In fact, I've come to a place where I've surrendered it to God.
For so long, I felt as though I were fighting the trial and resisting whatever God might be trying to teach me;
and accepting what's happened and the way things are between us and our girl seemed impossible to do.
And yet, once I read that quote and let it sink in, I realized that I was no longer fighting…
I realized that I had come to a place where, instead of me fighting the trial and longing for it to be gone, I can now see how the trial is bringing me closer to God.