"You are amazing," they say. I hear this quite a bit.
An amazing woman. Amazing mom. Amazing wife. Amazing believer.
I assure you: I feel far from amazing. And truly, I am not the one who should amaze you.
It's just that I serve an amazing God, who is equipping, empowering, constant, and gracious.
This amazing God is the one who gave me courage to hold Robb and listen to his final breath, to hold on to that sound in my memory for as long as it will stay.
This amazing God is the one who gives me life and breath, who holds it in his hands and shares it with me.
This amazing God gives me strength and words to answer my children when they ask honest questions about who we are, what we will do, where Daddy is, and what happens next. Only God knows.
This amazing God is no less amazing when I cannot speak, cannot open my eyes, cannot stop shaking, cannot get out of bed.
This amazing God will let nothing separate me from him, even my inability to love him back. Because right now, it is all I can do to let him love me. And still he does.
This amazing God is showing us all that there is life after your worst nightmare comes true, that he is faithful to bring a sunrise the next day. That he loves his daughters and cares for them.
It's my God who is amazing.
May he be glorified, magnified, exalted, and known as he leads me through this valley.