I wrote this earlier this month and didn’t post it. But I think it’s just as applicable today as any other day.
It’s easy to forget. When you go through a season of pain and heartache and come out on the other side with tremendous blessing, it’s easy to forget how hard it was. It’s almost as if the joy of the blessing overshadows the life-shaping journey that came before. It wasn’t always a sure thing.
It’s also easy to take the blessing for granted. Over time, the miracle becomes mundane.
I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but sometimes when a facebook friend will comment on something posted by one of their friends, the item or status update will post to your news feed even if you don’t know the person. Tonight, I read the status update of a dad who had a baby girl prematurely born and die today.
The three miscarriages that happened in our little family changed us. And yet I find myself tonight asking God to not let me forget the miracle and blessing that both of my girls are nor the blessing of the journey, as difficult as it was. I find myself asking God to wrap his arms around a family that I know nothing about aside from their loss today. I find myself overwhelmed with gratitude.