There are times we go along thinking that our life in on track and moving nicely, making plans for the future and just being content with where we are. Then here it comes -- a curve ball. It can totally derail your thoughts, your ability in dealing with day to day life and a feeling of grief.
Over the years I have had numerous curve balls thrown at me in this journey of life. Moving through each one, facing them head-on, has been the only way I have been able to get through. With each chaotic moment, I find my faith growing and a change in my perspective towards things and people.
I believe in the power of prayer. Prayer can be a powerful tool if done with the right heart. Have I seen miracles over the years? Absolutely. I have seen my son, diagnosed with autism who was completely nonverbal when he was younger and told that he wouldn't be verbal until well into his grade school years, start verbalizing by age of four. I have seen my daughter walk away from a car accident that by looking at the car she never should have survived, broken hearts heal, marriages renew and yes, sometimes even fall apart again only to be restored fully in the end.
A good friend of mine last night told me that faithfulness brings blessings. Sometimes in the midst of heartache and crisis, we don't see what is right in front of us. So I sit here this morning counting my blessings. The first seven of them are my children and my grandson. Looking around at my life, there are numerous blessings that need to be counted daily. As I sit here in the midst of crisis, I know I am held up by God and I can see the blessings coming out of having a faithful and open heart.
