I woke up this morning, Thanksgiving morning, a tad sad. I love Thanksgiving. It is one of my absolutely favoritest holidays, and I love it every year. But today, not being with our littlest son and not knowing when our travel plans will be and just missing him, it was just hard. We have plans to go over to my sister's house later today, which we do every year, but for a few seconds, I was feeling sorry for myself about having to be around a houseful of people and having to work hard to put on a cheerful face when I just wanted to stay at home in my pajamas, eat popcorn, and watch a movie. Yeah, yeah, poor little me having my own little pity party.
The only good thing about it was that it didn't last very long. I learned something this week about spiritual warfare, and it has served me well all week whenever I start to feel sad or discontent or angry or whatever. I learned a simple prayer, "Spirit of ___(fill in the blank here with whatever it is that is bothering me, in this case it was ingratitude), in the name of Jesus, I command you to leave my life and go to the feet of Jesus." So I prayed, and then asked the Lord to hold me today and support me in my missing my little boy. A few minutes later, I felt an inspiration that put my heart back in the right place. As I have said before, I know God is in charge. I know He is trustworthy. I know He is faithful. I know He has the perfect plan. It just gets hard sometimes, human that I am, to rest in that and remain joyful.
It occurred to me this morning that perhaps there is some reason that we are here now and not in Honduras. Perhaps there is something that is very important for which God would like us here. I honestly don't know what that could be, but I know that I only see a tiny picture of everything. God has the full picture. It could be something that in my mind is little but in reality is very important. A Scout meeting? A lesson in school? A conversation with a friend? A chance encounter? Maybe one of these things or maybe something completely different, but the point is, that God know what He is about. He knows what He is doing, He knows what will happen, and He knows what is important. I have to trust once again that God is in charge. And in fact once I think about it I am extremely grateful that He is in charge. He knows best, and I am so grateful that I know that, that I am not just floundering around thinking that this beautiful world and everything in it is just some random occurrence of chemicals and physical actions, but the work of an amazingly loving God who has a plan for me and for each one of us. Thank you Lord for a grateful heart!
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!