Oh my goodness, I almost can’t believe that I’m back to the keyboard. Thirteen years after I started this blog, and how many?…three, since my last post. My, do we have some catching up to do. The conversation in my head is a bit amusing. “You should start writing again, it gives you joy.” “I really can’t think of the words, I don’t have anything exciting to write about.” “If you open the laptop and begin to type, the words will come.” “I really don’t think so, life is pretty boring.” “Boring, really Michaela!” “I have seen your hand, Lord. I have always known your presense.” “Then, open the keyboard and type my dear.”
Which brings us to here. Keyboard is open, I’m typing…so let me tell you about the past month. January 9th my baby turned 33. Following a prompting from God, we had recently moved to the same rural Kansas town that she lives in. On the 15th I got the first phone call, “mom, I’m really having pains in my stomach”. (See 33 yr old babies still call their momma when they’re feeling sick). Three days later the pains were still happening and my “maybe it’s a flu bug”, didn’t seem to fill the bill. I offered to take her to the Dr. and that was the beginning. Of a 21 day hospital stay, emergency surgery, days and nights in the hospital recliner, watching her fight through agonizing pain, caring Dr.’s and nurses, many tears, and huge life changes due to the surgery. January was a very difficult month for her.
During her hospital stay, a friend had brought her the book “Blessings” by Laura Storie. She told Megan that it had helped her to get through some very difficult times in her life. It caught my attention because “Blessings” has always been one of my favorite songs. In fact, I wrote a Facebook post thanking friends for prayers and encouragement during our long month. In that post, I linked the song “Blessings” and used the words…”maybe trials of this life, are just merciees in disguise”.
Fast forward to last Sunday. Megan had been home from the hospital for a couple of weeks. She called and said she’d like to come to church with me on Sunday. Megan had never been to this church, in fact, I had only been a handful of times as I am new to town. The pastor had been wonderful during Meg’s hospital stay, stopping by and checking in on her. Meg, being much like her mother (not afraid to open her mouth), stood and thanked the congregation for praying for her, a stranger to many of them. She told them she felt their prayers during a very difficult time. By the time she was finished, she, I and the pastor all had tears. We all knew how very hard it had been and that she has difficulties ahead.
And then it was time in the service for a song. Guess what song we sang? “Blessings”. Meg squeezed my hand…Holy Spirit goosebumps! The preacher then went on to say that during Lent he plans to use this song as the inspiration for his sermon series.
It was that moment, the moment the song flashed up on the screen, the moment we sang it, that God once again reminded me that He’s got this. He’s right in the middle of everything we’ve been going through. God is good. God is faithful. God loves each one of us and wants us to seek Him.
“Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops? What if your healing comes through tears. What if a thousand sleepless nights is what it takes to know your near? What if the trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise?”-Laura Storie
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God is good all the time. All the time God is good. We say this but claiming it is what matters. Praise the Lord for blessing. ✝️💜
Beautiful Michaela! So glad you’re back writing again. Continued prayers for Megan.