My God loves doing impossible things. In fact it is quite normal for him. Victory becomes a part of our DNA because it is a part of who he is. Giving into darkness, fear or despair is not an option.
He is a good God.
Is there a word that better describes grateful, thankful, or blessed? Joy?
The past month has renewed hope within me for the impossible. I cannot describe it. I could not tell you when it happened. One day I woke up & all of a sudden what seemed impossible no longer looked or felt impossible. Childlike faith & joy was restored. It was not like I lost it but the pain that God delivered me from has now enabled joy to invade every part that was ever damaged.
Words are not adequate. Giving my life will never convey how grateful I am for all that God has done for me and my family.
Just this past week alone I have found myself wanting to shout praises to God! Simple things like being greeted from our cat at home have made me say “thank you”. Or the time she fell out of our window this past week & bounced off the side table onto the floor because she fell asleep there (she didn’t get hurt and I laughed a lot).
What really gets me is when I see my daughter smile at me & tell me unsolicited, “I really love you Kara”. I love hugs from my husband & waking up knowing he is excited that I’m the first person he sees.
I am grateful for voxers & phone calls with friends who have lasted the test of time & distance. I love that others have adopted me & love me without an expectation of what my response may be. Love has literally consumed my heart that it often feels as if it will burst.
Grateful? Thankful? Those words do not cut it. Those words merely express a tiny piece of what is in my soul.
I am living in freedom!
Joy is life.
Now I know what it means to laugh my way through trials. Do you want to know why?