Just last night, as I signed some documents for insurance, I had a flashback to the many times, day after day, that I signed a release just before I went into surgery...a time when I actually felt God's peace, but still cried and cried out to Him because I felt I had to consider how serious each time really was. Somehow signing my name took me back to those moments, and I completely broke down. We have these moments of course, and giving myself grace I know--I am loved by God, but I am human. There were tears, but it was still a beautiful day.
I daily remind myself of what Romans 8:28 tells me:
"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." (NIV)
This was something I could so easily understand in the hospital, in the middle of the storm. It is more difficult now when the memories flood back. Is there something, an experience, or a part of your story that needs your daily attention to the fact that God is working for our good? Please use this space to speak about it if you would like.
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