I’m not sure what it is, but there are many Sundays when the songs speak more than the sermon.
A couple of Sundays ago, this particular song stuck out more than anything else said or sung. We’ve been having a difficult time lately, and because of this funk, my One Thousand Gifts journal had been neglected. But when I heard these lyrics, my mind went back to all the things that God has given us, the way He speaks to us, the ways He shows His love.
It’s still been a slow process, this remembering to name the gifts. But I’m getting there.
The reality is that, yes, He has been there. When I didn’t want to see, when I was hurt and felt abandoned, He was there. He hasn’t left, no matter how I feel.
I see it in the wild rush of birds on a balmy January afternoon. I hear it in my daughter’s laugh as she dances to the Veggietales theme song. I feel it as my body grows and changes to accommodate another little one. I taste it in the sour sweetness of a granny smith apple. And I smell it in the lingering Christmas tree that has an eviction notice coming up.
So many good and perfect gifts that I failed to see. I’m so thankful that He loves us!