My kidlet has spent yet another night with his grandparents and I got up to peace and quiet this morning.
Actually, as nice as that is, I am going to be glad to have him back tonight. Not that I mind, it is a fabulous thing to have a great relationship with your in-laws and live close enough for him to go over there often. And with this, I am highly blessed.
I was also blessed to have some quiet time this morning, just me, my coffee and my Bible (and my yellow labrador with her head in my lap - she was in heaven too).
And as I read Psalm 18, I got to thinking about my past year - 2008. It has been one of the best years because it was one of the worst - hmmm, sound a bit like C. Dickens "It was the worst of times, It was the best of times....." May sound completely ridiculous, but I think it is all a matter of perspective.
Starting in Nov 2007, I went on the worst downhill slide I have ever been on and hit rock bottom in April of 2008. I may talk more about the actual journey sometime, because it is amazing what I learned going through the medical system that changed my perspective forever when dealing with any health issue. And if I can help someone with that information, it would be an honor and privilege.
But that is a dissertation and not what I wanted to dwell on this morning. Now, having come to the other side of this issue - I wanted to dwell on my thankfulness!
God was with me through that dessert and the transformation that has taken place in my attitude, my ability to deal with difficulty and learn from it and my desire to live a life that matters is the gift He gave me for taking His hand and focusing on Him instead of the heartache and pain.
It is all a matter of perspective. I could have focused on the complete lack of "fairness", the inability to change what was happening or the fact that my body felt like it was being ripped apart from pain (can you tell excrutiating pain was involved) OR I could focus on the One who mattered.
God "heard me from His sanctuary; my cry reached His ears" (Ps 18:6). This time last year I was at a point at which I could only be on my knees and the only words I had were "I know You are faithful". And as the Psalm says "THEN, the earth quaked and trembled; the foundations of the mountains shook; they quaked because of His anger.......... He reached down from heaven and rescued me; He drew me out of deep waters. He delivered me from powerful enemies, from those who hated me and were too strong for me..." (Ps 18:7-17).
God heard my cry and began His plan to rescue me. I have heard it said that if only we could see the unseen war that goes on when we pray, we would pray more often. The plan was laid out and was tough, but I had to walk it. I just didn't have to walk alone.
And this reminded me that over 2000 years ago, God heard another cry from His sanctuary - the cry of humanity to rescue it from destruction. And thus His Plan of Salvation was born and the most perfect plan ever put into place was begun.
Tomorrow, we celebrate Christmas. And most of the world gives but a nod to the reason we celebrate. (Yes, I do know it started as a pagan holiday and I know that we should celebrate His birth all year AND that it is too commercial- I am not going to debate all that). But, it is good to make a specific effort to think about what this season means and why we celebrate at all.
I, for one, have a lot to celebrate!