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Hope a Little More Series – Ellen Poston


Below is a post from my dear Aunt Ellen who is also one of my best friends. I love her dearly and thank God daily that he put her in my life. l I was so encouraged by reading her post and I know you will be too.

When Amelia asked if I would like to do a blog post for this series, I was honored and then horrified. I don’t write, I read – a lot, but still! So, what’s a girl to do when she wants to be a part of such a big event – PRAY! In the shower, no less, I asked God to show me what to write about. The Lord reminded me of the t-shirt my granddaughter, Lexi, had on when we went to visit Mimi (Amelia) this past Saturday. It reads “Laughter is the best exercise!” One of my favorite scripture verses is Proverbs 7:22, “A joyful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit drains one’s strength.”

A joyful heart can’t help but bubble over with laughter, but as I was thinking about this, I was reminded about the people I know who are going through hardships in their lives. How can they laugh? The children of Israel were in Babylon captivity and their captors asked them to sing. Psalm 137:2-4 says “There on the poplars we hung our harps, for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy; they said, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion! How can we sing the songs of the Lord while in a foreign land?”
This has always struck me as such a sad scripture. How can we sing or laugh when our hearts are broken?
Good question!​

I know that I should exercise, I have a YMCA membership. I have the time, but it’s boring and I would rather stay home. So, needless to say, I don’t get any physical exercise done. If Lexi’s t-shirt is correct, we have to exercise our laughter. Maybe like physical exercise, we have to purposely laugh. There are lots of studies that say laughter makes people heal faster.

Sometimes in the darkest places of my life, a hearty laugh has been just the thing to break the weight of the load I was carrying. Sara and Amelia have so many stories of laughing in the midst of hard. Often they tell of Amelia falling in the floor and they are laughing too hard to get her off the floor!
Hard seasons come to each of our lives. A good friend lost her son to suicide. She told me soon after that when something terrible and life changing happens to us, we have a choice – to be bitter or to be better. She was choosing better.I am choosing better. I am choosing laughter. I am singing the Lord’s song in a foreign land.
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About the Author:

I’m Amelia’s auntie.
I’m a wife to Lewis and a Mom to Jonathan and Greg. I’m Nena to CJ, Lexi, Emily, Harper and Stella. I’m also a monster-in-law to Jamie and Suzanne.
I love Jesus!
I love a good book and Hallmark movies!
I love a happy ending!

 

Leave a Comment November 6, 2017

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31 Days of Thanksgiving – Day 31

Friends! I have been so blessed and encouraged by all the posts that were written this month. With each one I read my heart was filled with joy and tears of gratitude streamed down my face. I’m so thankful for each of the stories that were shared.

Coming November 1, I am extending the gratitude theme with a series called “Hope a Little More November.” Each day I will post a favorite quote or Bible verse that fills me with hope this season. Also, throughout the week I will be posting stories of gratitude, favorite fall recipes, and holiday traditions. I hope and pray that each of these posts will deepen your love for the season and give you joy no matter the circumstances you are facing.

Thanks again for all of your prayers and support. It means the world to me!

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31 Days of Thanksgiving – Day 30 – Mica May

October is National Down Syndrome Awareness Month. I might have noticed it on Instagram feed every few years or so, but never imagined that it would be such a significant month for me and my family. Eight years ago, my first little bundle of love was born into our lives with an extra dose of chromosome 21 and now I’m acutely aware of things like Down Syndrome Awareness Month. 

When Jackson was just a few weeks old, I remember sitting with some dear friends we had just met, who had a 3 year old daughter with Down syndrome. Tears pouring down all our faces as I asked inappropriate questions like:

Are you supposed to say, “My kid has Downs” or do I just say Down syndrome?

Am I obligated to acknowledge the elephant in the room to everyone (aka strangers in the produce section of Central Market) that yes, indeed Jackson’s gorgeous blue almond eyes means he has Down syndrome?

Does it make you angry now when you hear the word retarded? Do you stop and and correct or mention it when it’s a friend that says it? 

Does it mean he won’t get invited to the other kid’s birthday parties because he looks different or he can’t keep up?

Will it mean that a neighborhood mom won’t call me to join them on a stroll because she’s embarrassed?

In the quietness of their living room, her words pierced me, “Mica, there will never be a box for you. It’s not something that can be wrapped up with a perfect little bow.”  Just like that, she said it. Air hung on those words as i let them sink in . . .

And she was right.  These past 8 years have been full of joy, dance parties and an unconditional love from Jackson that truly knows no bounds. But there have been those little fleeting moments of uncertainty, where I’m just not quite sure where we fit in.  It’s those little moments where I’m learning what awareness is really all about . . . like when people ask him his name or where he goes to school, and I nervously fidget for a few moments because I know he can’t yet fully tell them with his words and I’ll have to speak for him. My heart breaks in those little moments, but the truth is that those are few and far between. My anxiety and anticipation for these rare moments is far surpassed by the unbelievable grace we have received from friends and strangers that interact with my Jackson. 

Having Jackson come into our lives and being able to meet other families with special needs has been one of the greatest privileges in my life. He has a different perspective on life that is slower. More intentional. More content and grateful. Jackson forces to all simply SLOW DOWN and enjoy the moment.  I believe that being and feeling grateful is a choice for most of us – one that we truly need to strive to incorporate into our  daily lives. At dinner each evening, my husband and I (and all our three kids!) say three things we are gratefuf for. The things that come out of the mouths of babes surprise and delight me – everything from them being grateful for strawberry ice cream, to Madelyn saying, “I’m so grateful for people in the world that are like Jackson. I learn so much from him every day.”

There are things I still don’t know and most of my fear and any sadness I feel comes from thinking about the future. I don’t ever feel sad about the past, because I’ve already lived through it all, and it’s amazing!! But, the future can feel big and daunting and unknown. I don’t know if and when Jax will ever drive, or be able to live alone or if he will find a special lady friend to love. But there are many, many things I DO know – and these are what I cling to. I know he brings joy to each and everyone he comes in contact with. I know that we get to experience development and growth a little bit slower paced than the average family and I’m so grateful. I do know that his sisters love him fiercely and they have a tender place in their hearts for people with different abilities. I do know him being in a classroom with typical peers has been incredible for the other kids in his class and they have a new level of understanding and appreciation for others because they get a front row seat to a different way of learning. 

So, to my Jackson, I am beyond thankful for who you are and that I get to be your Mama.  I am and will always be your strongest advocate. Your loudest cheerleader. Your biggest fan. When you think you can’t do something, I’ll be right there to pick you back up to try again or to whisper in your ear to keep going.  And frankly, I’m on the edge of my seat just waiting to see what God has in store for you.  I have a feeling you might be the coolest hair stylist there ever was. Or the next great piano composer, touring all over the world because everyone is in awe of your dancing fingers.  Your smile and charisma will dazzle the masses, I have no doubt. Wherever you go and whatever you do, I believe in you. Thank you for challenging me to look for all the goodness around us, and for BEING part of that goodness. 

Leave a Comment October 30, 2017

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31 Days of Thanksgiving – Day 29 – Rachel Hauck

Bubbles of Joy

Thanksgiving Day 2010 I had a unique experience.

Living in central coastal Florida, the fall is a lovely season. The air thins, the temperatures drop a few degrees, and the wind rattles the still-drying leaves.

Since we were headed to friends for Thanksgiving that afternoon, I decided to take a leisurely bike ride that morning.

I’d just contracted and started writing The Wedding Dress. There was a bit of movie interests. The book seemed to “write itself,” as much as any book could “write itself.”

My writing career to that point had been so-so. And I’d just finished a season of co-writing with someone else.

This book, this season, felt different. As if my career might take a good turn.

As I rode my bike through the neighborhood, the sun high, the sky blue, the wind gentle against my face, I started laughing.

But not the ha-ha kind of laughter. No. This was the the bubbling-up-from-the-inside kind. The kind that changes your emotions.

As I pedaled through the fall day, waves of joy washed over me.  I was truly thankful on this Thanksgiving holiday.

The joy was more than being in a good mood. They joy was from the Lord.

In my effort to understand, I thought maybe God was going to blow fire on my career and I’d blow up. In a good way.

Or some great thing was about to happen.

But I’ve come to know God’s timing is not our timing. But He is always about doing good.

I’d dealt with the wicked onslaught of anxiety years before and the joy was just more of anecdote to those now-rare moments.

But joy isn’t just an emotion when we’re happy or things are going well. Joy is a supernatural infusion when things are not going well.

I love this verse from Nehemiah 8:10: “Do not be grieved, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.”

It’s a popular plaque and refrigerator verse. Except for the first part.

“Do not be grieved …”

We forget that part. Joy is ours even when we are grieved. The verse is saying, “Look up, the Lord has provided for you.”

The entire Gospel of Jesus the Christ is about our joy being made complete.

So my little bubbles of joy all those years ago was about something deeper than my career getting a fresh wind or the miracle of a movie deal (still waiting on that one, ha!). It was about walking in an attribute of heaven – joy!

So when the days aren’t going so well, there is joy.

When the money doesn’t go as far as we need, there is joy.

When someone doesn’t like us, there is joy.

The joy of the Lord is our strength!

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In this season of holidays, remember our joy is from the Lord. His joy is our strength!

About the Author:

Rachel Hauck is an award winning, New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author.

Her latest release, The Writing Desk, earned Top Pick from Romantic Times.

Rachel sits on the Executive Board for American Christian Fiction Writers, and is the comical sidekick to Susan May Warren at the amazing My Book Therapy. She is a worship leader and speaker.

A graduate of Ohio State University with a degree in Journalism, Rachel is a devoted Ohio State football fan. She lives in sunny central Florida with her husband and ornery cat.

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31 Days of Thanksgiving – Day 28 – Heather Cofer

Thanksgiving

The sun was just beginning to stream through our living room window as I opened my eyes. In the wee hours of the morning (shortly after our son joined us and had given me a few good smacks to the face as he adjusted his little body) I had moved from the bed to the couch, taking yet another round of ibuprofen to try to dull the pain in my mouth. I had recently had my wisdom teeth removed, and the recovery wasn’t going quite as planned. I was in excruciating pain from developing two dry sockets, and had to make several unexpected visits to the oral surgeon’s because they just wouldn’t heal.

As I laid there on the couch that morning, wanting so badly to get more rest and hearing three little people beginning to wake up and joyfully make their presence known, I could feel the discouragement coming in like a heavy cloud.  “I’m a mommy with three little kids and a home to care for. I don’t have time for this.” Internally, I did the only thing I could think of to do in that moment; “Oh, Lord, I need your help. I know you’ve given me what I need to walk through this, but all I can sense right now is this despondence that wants to come in and take over. Help me, Lord Jesus.”  Almost before I finished my plea, God so graciously answered.

Thank Me.

So I began thanking Him. For my husband, who so graciously took days off of work to help me. For my sister, who was willing to stay with us for almost a week while I recovered. For my children, who brought so much joy through the recovery with their snuggles and tender little hearts. For my friends, who brought Frosties and meals and sent texts just to let me know they were praying for me. For the access to excellent medical care. For the flowers that graced our countertop from my dad (I can’t get enough of flowers)… And the list went on and on. Once I started, I could hardly stop. God had displayed His love for me in so very many ways, and when I simply chose to turn my eyes from focusing on the hard things to giving thanks to Him for His goodness, my entire perspective was altered.

Psalm 107:21-22  says, “Oh, that men would give thanks to the LORD for His goodness, and for His wonderful works to the children of men! Let them sacrifice the sacrifices of thanksgiving, and declare His works with rejoicing.”

This is just one of many passages that tells us to give thanks to the Lord. As fallen human beings, we have a natural propensity to turn inward and focus on the bad that is taking place in our lives. But God knows that keeping our eyes fixed upon Him in thanksgiving is what will be the very best thing for us in every way.

In our own strength, having a continual heart of thanksgiving is impossible. But by God’s enabling grace through His Spirit, we are able to offer praise in any circumstance! It’s not promised to be easy. In fact, in the verse above, it calls it a “sacrifice of thanksgiving.” When we are in pain, in mourning, overcome with grief or depression or sadness, it may be the hardest thing we do. But that sacrifice of thanksgiving is what He uses as His channel of grace to draw us out of that state into one of joy and peace and hope.

And no matter what we are facing, there is always something to be thankful for. Even if every calamity known to man happened to us, if we were afflicted with the worst of diseases, and everything was stripped from us, we would still be able to say, with Job, “blessed be the name of the LORD (Job 1:21).” Why? Because we are deserving of death, and Jesus, by His love and mercy, died in our place to free us from the power of sin and death, and to give us the hope of being with Him for all of eternity. This in and of itself should cause us to leap with joy and continually pour forth praise from our lips.“[clickToTweet tweet=”To be grateful is to recognize the love of God in everything He has given us — and He has given us everything.” quote=”To be grateful is to recognize the love of God in everything He has given us — and He has given us everything.”]

As Thomas Merton put it,  To be grateful is to recognize the love of God in everything He has given us — and He has given us everything. Every breath we draw is a gift of His love, every moment of existence is a grace, for it brings with it immense graces from Him.”

When we gaze at the vast and incredible kindness of our Heavenly Father rather than the trials we are facing, God is glorified, and we are blessed beyond measure. God never asks something of us that won’t be for our greatest good and for His glory. So we can trust that when we offer our sacrifices of thanksgiving, He will fill our hearts with hope and joy that is beyond what we can even comprehend.

In the words of A.W. Tozer, “Gratitude is an offering precious in the sight of God, and it is one that the poorest of us can make and not be poorer but richer for having made it.” 

About the Author:

Heather Cofer is a wife and mother with a passion for encouraging others to love Jesus with all their hearts. This comes through writing, leading worship, and being actively involved in life-on-life discipleship alongside her husband, Judah, who is one of the pastors at their church. She is also a regular contributor for the ministry of Set Apart Girl, and is in the process of starting up her own blog in the near future (visit her landing page here)

Heather loves spending her days with their three young children, enjoying quality time with Judah, and having sweet conversations over cups coffee with friends.

Heather is a Colorado native, but spent most of her childhood in the country of Mongolia, which is where she and Judah met after his family also moved there several years later. After getting married in 2011, they moved to Windsor, Colorado, and have been there ever since.

Leave a Comment October 28, 2017

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31 Days of Thanksgiving – Day 27 – Koral Dean

How easy is it as women to dwell on the negative? What you don’t have or what you don’t look like or what you don’t get to do. It’s so easy to look around and compare. If I’m being one hundred percent here, I’ve been really convicted lately about not being thankful and grateful. When I was asked to do this blog post, I had to do some soul searching and thought… how in the world am I going to do a blog post about thankfulness and gratitude if I’m not being very thankful and grateful on a daily basis? It was as if the enemy had pulled a sheet over my eyes and was whispering lies in my ears. When I opened my eyes, I saw so many good and beautiful blessings. There will always be that next big thing, or that next big opportunity, or that next big season. We spend so much of our lives thinking, if I could just get here, if I could just get that, if I could just get past this. If we spend our lives just waiting for that next big thing we “want”, we will miss what we already have. We are called to praise God in the good times and the hard times. Even in the hard times when life can look so bleak, He is faithful. [clickToTweet tweet=”We have to stand up to the lies of the devil and practice gratitude even still. ‘But even if not…”  – Daniel 3:18″ quote=”We have to stand up to the lies of the devil and practice gratitude even still. “But even if not…”  – Daniel 3:18″]

We have to stand up to the lies of the devil and practice gratitude even still.But even if not…”  – Daniel 3:18

I am reminded of the story in Daniel about Shadrach, Meshach and Abed-nego. When they were told that if they would not worship the idol put before them by their king, they would be thrown into a burning furnace. Their life was looking pretty darn bleak… in spite of it all they said:
“If it be so, our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the furnace of blazing fire; and He will deliver us out of your hand, O king.”But even if not, let it be known to you, O king, that we are not going to serve your gods or worship the golden image that you have set up.”… – Daniel 3:17-18

What challenge in your life has the devil been trying to set up before you? Will you praise him and be grateful in the valley as well as the peak? There is always something to be thankful for. Joy and gratitude is a choice and, unfortunately, a choice I’ve not been very good about making every day lately. I would say that my life, marriage, and job has been in a bit of a slump as life, marriage, and jobs tend to do on this roller coaster of life.  I’ve been choosing to focus on that instead of all the beautiful blessings. I don’t have a sad story to share, no big event that would cause major heartache and grief, I’ve been very blessed and have a beautiful life with so, so many things to be thankful for. But I’ve been in a headspace where I think a lot of women can find themselves in with the mundane and day-to-day demands of being a mom to little ones and a wife. When you just get to that place of complacency and blah. Those are lies from the devil. Today, I woke up and chose to focus on the positive and, I want to challenge you to do the same. See if making a conscious choice to focus on all the things you should be thankful for instead of all the things seemingly going wrong. See if that doesn’t change the perspective on your whole day. And soon, those days will turn to weeks and weeks into months and before you realize it, you’ll look back and see that you have been able to climb out of that “slump”. Anytime you want to feel thankful for what you have, go back and look through the camera roll on your phone. I take pictures of the moments I don’t want to forget or the things that make me laugh and when I look back at those things I am always reminded of how good my life really is.

About the Author:

Koral is the Creative Director at Scarlet & Gold, a gift and lifestyle brand whose mission is to equip women with resources to live a joyful and content life. She is a contributor to Scarlet & Gold’s weekly podcast, the Give Grace Podcast that speaks to women about finding joy and community in the hard seasons of life. She is a wife and mother of two little ones. Her and her husband have a 3 year old daughter and 7 month old son. She and her family live in Birmingham, AL. 

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31 Days of Thanksgiving – Day 26 – Hannah Walker

 

“I think I need to be committed. I keep having these thoughts, and I can’t make them stop…”

That was the beginning of having my world turned upside down for the next couple weeks.

“If you try to leave, you will be arrested.”

“We’re here to make sure you’re safe.”

“Well, yes, we do have to protect ourselves as well . . . If you did choose to leave, and something were to happen . . .”

“My name is Doreen. I’m here to watch you tonight.”

“You look fragile. Why don’t you just have a seat there while I check your things to make sure they’re allowed?”

I was beyond fragile. I was in shock. What have I gotten myself into? Why did I ever say anything at all?

I think the moment you realize you’re locked in a psychiatric hospital is the moment it hits you. It was elusive. It was impossible to see when you’re on the outside. In there, it was inescapable.

It was a reason to live. When you’re told you can’t go anywhere, you (all of a sudden) have a long list of places you’d rather be. You don’t miss people until you can’t see them anymore. You don’t have things you really want to do until you no longer have the ability to do them. It was perspective.

I hadn’t been in there long before I made friends with the other inmates . . . I mean, patients. When you’re locked in an under-staffed for-profit hospital, your MO changes. You know you’re not getting help, so you focus on getting out (and finding what enjoyment you can until that happened).

Some of the nicest and most genuine people I’ve met were in that hospital – all patients. With them, it was okay to say, “I have bipolar II” – many of us in there did. It was also okay to admit why I ended up there.

One thing we were taught there was to process our emotions through gratitude. I listened attentively and participated – anything I could think of that would contribute to an early release. Six months off for good behavior – type thing. All the while thinking it was a load of hooey – nice in theory, didn’t change squat.

At that point, I hadn’t seen my kids in five days. I hadn’t heard their voices. They were just too young to know or understand where mommy was. I asked my husband to bring in pictures of them when he came for visitation. Anything that came in had to be searched before given to us.

I asked for them that night. Too busy, they said. Understandable. I asked for them the next morning. Too busy, they said. Okay . . . I waited a few hours and asked again (surely a fragile mom would be allowed to see her children, right?). Too busy. Deep breath – in and out. Waited a few more hours. Oh, you can’t have them without doctor’s orders. Tears rolled. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I knew it wasn’t true, but they had chosen to keep them from me. Now, six days, I couldn’t take it anymore. I found a doctor, and he began to look for my pictures.

All of the items we weren’t allowed to have were stored in a closet and labeled. No pictures anywhere. They were hidden, and I was broken. Everyone knew the pictures didn’t just disappear. Everyone knew they were choosing to keep them from me. That was just the kind of place this was.

I got out my journal and decided to focus on things I had to be thankful for:

1. That I know how to be kind. (Okay, so this actually wasn’t very kind of me to write down, because it was meant to point out how some people were really good at being unkind. Some folks just weren’t raised right.)

2. That I have a family I love and want to see. (I had a home I wanted to go back to. I even missed doing laundry.)

3. That my family wants to see me. (I got a visitor or two every time there was a visitation. Most people didn’t have anyone come to see them.)

4. That I have a husband who’s willing to fight for me. (I’m married to a man who’s going to ask to speak to a supervisor until he gets the problem solved.)

5. That I won’t be here forever. (Finally found some hope – when you’re at rock bottom all you can do is look up.)

At this point, I was feeling a little better and determined to make it to 10 . . .

6. That I have a comfortable bed to go home to. (Anything other than two inches of newspaper wrapped in vinyl would be a step up.)

7. That Tippy will be happy to see me. (I make sure she’s fed every day. Of course, my dog is going to be happy to see me.)

8. That there’s a hot shower and razor waiting for me. (A button operated the showers. Press the button, and you’d get a few seconds of lukewarm water. There’s no telling how many times I had to push the button just to get their three-in-one shampoo out of my hair. If you wanted to shave at all, you had to wait until a staff member was willing to watch you shave. No, thank you – I’ll just go home Sasquatch.

9. That I was able to get in the gym and play. (They have a gym you could go to if a certain staff person was there and willing to go. I did have a close game of HORSE with a one-armed man, but I managed to pull it out in the end. Such a fun guy – he was also very good at football.)

10. That I have supportive people around me despite where I am. (All of the patients knew what had happened with the pictures. They knew how much it hurt, because they had all had similar experiences. One of the greatest blessings was getting to meet my fellow inmates and share the struggles we go through in and out of that place.

I finished my list and felt better. My pictures were gone, but I’d found other things to focus on. I found my perspective through gratitude. I wouldn’t be in there forever, and I would be able to see my kids in person. That evening we had another group session, and my one-armed friend sat beside me. At groups, we were given worksheets to fill out. Basically saying, “On a scale of 1-10, how do you feel?” My friend leaned over to me: “Can you read this and write my answers for me?”

11. I can read and write.

It’s hard, almost impossible, to find perspective when you’re sliding down the rope. All you feel is the pain of the rope burn. All you can see is the top getting further and further away.

Perspective is found most easily when you’ve reached the end of your rope. And for heaven’s sake – tie a knot on the end of that sucker and hang on, because there is so much to be thankful for.

About the Author:

I get to be the mama to Irish Triplets (If you don’t know what that is, look it up. It’s worth a google.). I was diagnosed with bipolar II disorder a year and a half ago, but this is the first time I’ve said it publicly. Yikes – guess when God lays something on your heart, you’ve just got to go with it.

Leave a Comment October 26, 2017

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31 Days of Thanksgiving – Day 25 – Jana Bishop

The phone call left us both silent.  My husband stood there, stunned at the news.  We were on vacation and the little gas station tucked off of the dusty road held a moment in time for us.  Tears racing down our cheeks as we turned the car around.  The news was more than we could handle, but one thing was certain we not on vacation anymore.

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We sat in the back booth.  Jackets and purses shoved to the side so that we could all squeeze in.  The restaurant was cozy and inviting, my favorite kind.  I glanced at my phone.  The urgent message caught my attention.  I tried to stay composed as a flood of emotions washed over me.  Tears filled my eyes and hope filled my heart.  There was no doubt about it, a miracle was on the horizon.

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Two very different instances.  One full of immense heartache and grief.  Another filled with joy and hope.  They changed my life forever…those moments in time.  It’s amazing how one year can hold such incredible hope while giving way to unbelievable pain.   The good and the bad.  The bitter and the sweet.  The truth is, there are so many moments and memories that make up a year.  There are times when it is a daily choice to walk in gratitude and joy, while other times it just flows out of our hearts like a rushing river.  As our family has walked the highs and lows of this year I have been asking God how to stay steady in my gratitude, despite the circumstances.  How can I shift my focus when my heart is overwhelmed?

And I’m here to tell you, I don’t really know the answer to that question. I wish I had a concrete, no fail answer.  I just don’t…

But what I do have are stories and memories.  Times where I have quieted my heart and looked for the good.  Moments where my heart felt heavy and burdened, yet I found a glimmer of hope.  If you were to ask my husband what he does, he would tell you that he takes physical action to help point his heart in the right direction.  When he feels low, he goes for a walk and thanks God for his very breath, life, family.  Each physical step representing the distance he is placing between his heart and discouragement or fear.  My way is a bit different.  I’ll go for a drive or take time to create in silence.  It’s those quiet moments that help steer my perspective and allow me the space to let go of negativity and anxiety.  Because, if I’m being honest.  Those are the two things that can easily rob my heart of joy

Gratitude is a powerful medicine.  It is intentional and vital.   It can take the bitterness of life and turn it into something we hold dear.  It is a gift.  A heart song…a way of saying I trust you, God.  And I have not forgotten Your goodness towards me.  Even if I can only find one thing to be thankful for today, I will find it.  And I will offer it to you with a pure heart.

The amazing thing about that action is that it usually multiplies.  One hope-filled, thankful thought can turn into a flood of gratitude if we allow it…

This year.  2017.  It’s been a lesson in trusting God for more while staying content and thankful for what others may consider less. It’s contained gut-wrenching loss for our family and yet, it’s also been a season of incredible joy. Through it all, we have held on to this year as a season of dwelling in hope. Life is life. It’s never perfect. But declaring each day as one worthy of thankfulness has allowed this year to be one that we can look back on with fondness.

As much as we cringe at the thought of bitter moments, their sting seems a little less when our hearts are cushioned with the beauty of gratitude.

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31 Days of Thanksgiving – Day 24 – Anna Kooiman

Hi friends. I’m so thankful to have Anna Kooiman guest posting for me today. Below she shares about her blessings and the many wonderful things she has to thankful for during this busy but good season of life.  I enjoyed reading her post and I know you will love it too!

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I think it is so important to count our blessings instead of misgivings. It helps me stay positive and get the most out of life. I believe it is a great challenge for us to take, when we try to always see the glass as half full.

 These days I am most grateful for a baby boy on the way. I just ordered my stroller, bassinet, & car seat today!!! I am 26 weeks along. I got to announce my big news on my favorite Aussie Morning Chat show, Studio Ten. My husband and I are expecting our first child at the end of January. We know how much our lives are about to change and can’t wait for this new chapter.

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 Since finding out about my pregnancy I have been doing a lot of traveling for my fitness, travel, & lifestyle website, AnnaKooiman.com! Traveling is one of my favorite things to do and I can’t even imagine how difficult it will be once we welcome our bundle of joy. So I have a very well traveled fetus! He was conceived in Sydney and been back to the USA twice, to the Great Barrier Reef, Australia’s capital- Canberra, Dubai, Tokyo, Seoul, Beijing, all over Northern Italy & Switzerland. I am currently back home in the USA for some television work in Los Angeles and New York City.
Since moving to Australia I have absolutely adored the time I’ve been able to spend getting to know my Aussie hubby’s family in Sydney. But of course I have missed my immediately family and culture a ton. They just flew out to LA from NC to spend some time with me. Although it was just for a couple of days, it was fabulous! This has been such an amazing opportunity to be back doing what I love in Los Angeles, hosting Good Day LA… and doing appearances on my old TV home, Fox and Friends in New York City.  
 I fly back to Sydney on Friday night. Looking forward to seeing my husband and yellow lab, Baxter. And plan to slow down and enjoy this special gift growing in my belly!! This is such an exciting time! I can’t wait to start getting things in order for his nursery at Bondi Beach!
About the Author:

Anna Kooiman is an American television host and fitness, travel, and lifestyle blogger living in Sydney, Australia. She and her Aussie husband moved to Bondi Beach from New York City. Anna is the former female anchor of the number one weekend cable morning show in the world, ‘Fox and Friends Weekend.’ The four hour breakfast ad-lib show is a mix of politics, current events, lifestyle, and fun. Anna spent 5 years at Fox News Channel in New York City. She also anchored and contributed to multiple New Year’s Eve specials aired internationally on FNC.

Anna was a major contributor to the show’s 2016 US presidential election coverage… interviewing the candidates (including Donald Trump frequently), as well as crisscrossing the country to find out the issues that mattered to everyday Americans. Anna covered major US events from both the studio and the field. Anna was live on the ground following the terror attacks in San Bernardino, CA and Orlando, Florida. Among many other natural disasters, Anna was out in the elements during Hurricane Sandy, and the NE Blizzard of 2015, as well as the devastating Moore, Oklahoma tornadoes. To read more about Anna visit her website  here.

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31 Days Thanksgiving – Day 23 – Blythe Hunt

When my close friend Kara died of breast cancer a couple of years ago, the question I got asked most frequently was how her four small children were doing. It was a difficult question to answer; sometimes, an angry part of my grieving heart wanted to respond, They just lost their mother! How do you think they’re doing?! But even in the midst of our mourning, I knew that wasn’t fair because as Kara’s mentor and intimate friend observed, the children were doing well because their default was to choose joy—that children in general tend to make joy their mindset of choice. I mulled that over again and again—choose joy. That certainly wasn’t my default as an adult. My own mother died when I was 20, and I don’t think a day passed during that season of intense grief when the thought of choosing joy even crossed my mind. What would it mean to choose joy now? How would I do that and why?

Choose joy. The more I thought about it, the lovelier it sounded. It seemed simple, although not simplistic; hope-filled but not empty; intentional, yet certainly not easy. It also seemed biblical—scripture after scripture came to mind about joy: joy being a fruit of the Spirit (Galations 5), Psalm after Psalm praising God in joy; passages in the New Testament, like Philippians 4:4, which commands us to Rejoice in the Lord always; and one that I found particularly challenging, Habakkuk 3:17&18:

17 Though the fig tree should not blossom,
    nor fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the olive fail
    and the fields yield no food,
the flock be cut off from the fold
    and there be no herd in the stalls,
18 yet I will rejoice in the Lord;
    I will take joy in the God of my salvation.

Somehow, even though the writer speculates about life falling down around him and appears hopeless, he still anticipates finding joy in the Lord—he says he will choose joy, and choose it with determination: yet I will rejoice…I will take joy…And this declaration is after a confession of all that could wrong, an emotional vomit, if you will. I admit that I am no theologian so I don’t know the ins and outs of this passage, but even I can see the vulnerability in these plain verses. There is no false optimism or sugarcoating here. There are no conditions that if God provides what he wants or makes sure his family is fed, then he will choose joy. No! To the contrary, he says, yet he will rejoice.

I think back to when Kara died. She had been very present on social media, and to honor everyone who had been praying for their family, her husband posted a picture of himself with the kids out for ice cream so folks could be comforted by knowing they were doing okay. I remember the looks on the kids’ faces—they truly did look fine. They were smiling and their faces reflected the joy they were choosing each day. I remember thinking that joy doesn’t negate bad circumstances or make it go away. By choosing joy, we don’t also choose to pretend that our situation is okay or that our hearts aren’t breaking; joy and sadness can coexist, and maybe that’s the best place for joy to reside—next to sadness. Maybe sadness is the best companion for joy because it’s in the midst of sadness that we can best experience and taste joy. After all, how good can joy taste if we’ve never tasted the bitterness of loss?

I had my first baby when I was 35. He was a blessed surprise; I am always surprised at happiness. You see, after losing my parents in a car accident when I was 20, nothing in my life went the way I had planned. When you lose your parents at that age, you also lose your home and a large sense of your identity. I suddenly had no provider, no place to go on college breaks, no protector. During that initial, intense season of grieving, I wasn’t thinking about choosing joy, I was thinking about how to survive. I just wanted a normal life, but it became increasingly clear that was not going to happen. I fell into a deep depression that lasted for years and years. I became angry at God and walked away from him. I flailed for most of my 20s, trying desperately to just find stability through various ugly means. In the end, I realized that the only true security was in Christ.

Long story short, I married and had my babies in my 30s. And let me tell you—I don’t take one day of life with my amazing husband or precious children for granted. And it’s not because they’re so great, although they are, but because I remember so clearly how awful and tormented life was in my 20s. Joy is my companion today because sadness was my companion then; when sadness is my companion now, like when Kara died, joy remains.

And Joy remains because gratitude is present. I see that in the Habakkuk passage—the writer doesn’t simply say that he has random joy; his joy is rooted in the God of his salvation. He is joyful because God has saved him. At the end of the day, even if he loses everything, God has saved his soul. I understand the key to his joy—gratitude. And not gratitude for things going his way or all his awesome stuff or his dreams coming true, but for God’s hand on him. Wow.

Back to Kara—I can’t think about her without equating her death with joy and gratitude. Is that strange? We had so many conversations at the end where we would talk about heaven. She’d be in her bed or maybe her hospital bed, and I’d be right at her side, and we’d imagine what it would be like. She was so close to heaven in those moments; her body was in horrid physical pain, but she had an excitement to see her Savior, to look him in the eye. We’d dream about that together, joy filling our hearts, gratitude filling our souls. For how could we not be grateful that her suffering would soon end and she would be face-to-face with Jesus?! Yes, her family and friends would miss her desperately, but we couldn’t begrudge her the ultimate redemption that being in Christ’s presence would bring. Her suffering would become undone. God would wipe away her tears for the last time. Can you imagine that without feeling thankful? For me, joy flies on the coattails of that gratitude.

Of course, the tricky part is to believe that all of this truly is good. When my mama and daddy died, I didn’t believe; instead, I became angry and bitter. I was too focused on circumstances instead of God. I couldn’t see past my situation to thank God for his hand on me. I couldn’t trust his sovereignty and believe that he was using ugly, broken things of this world for beauty and his glory. I couldn’t believe that he wouldn’t withhold anything good from his children (Ps. 84:11). Yet the Lord has saved me from the mire of that muck of disbelief, and I am so grateful. My gratitude isn’t because I’m not angry and bitter anymore, but because I’m saved. Does that make sense? The gratitude that fills my heart, with joy on its coattails, isn’t rooted in the relief of not being a bitter, angry 20-something woman, but in God’s salvation. I don’t think, Thank God I’m not bitter and angry anymore (because, by the way, as long as I’m on this earth, I will still struggle); no, I think, Thank God that he saved me! Thank you, Jesus, for loving me and drawing me close to you and lavishing me with your love and delight even when I’ve done nothing to deserve it! That is the true foundation of my gratitude. God is a god of mercy, salvation, and love! And through that lens, I see everything differently. Kara didn’t simply die and leave her four children; she walked cancer and death beautifully with deep grace, inviting others in and opening the door for thousands of people to hear the gospel and be introduced to Jesus. Her children were transformed because of how she used her illness and death to point them to the Lord. And she has been united with her Savior, who has erased her cancer and made her new again, restoring her to him. This is cause for joy, this is cause for gratitude.

So will I choose joy today? Tomorrow? I think the deeper question is if I will choose gratitude. Will I choose to believe that God loves me, he delights in me, he doesn’t withhold anything good from me or any of his children, and he promises eternal redemption of his creation? If so, how could I not be grateful? How could I not be joyful? As Henri Nouwen says, We have to choose joy and keep choosing it every day. It is a choice based on the knowledge that we belong to God and have found in God our refuge and our safety and that nothing, not even death, can take God away from us. Thanks be to God!

About the Author:

A freelance writer and editor, Blythe Hunt is also an orphan who once could not have fathomed the love and safety she would eventually find in community. In her mid-twenties, God rescued her from a den of depression, loneliness, and isolation by restoring her heart through the love of others. Her passion is building community, which includes hosting parties and asking awkwardly personal questions; she is currently writing a book on introverted hospitality. Blythe and her husband Aaron have two children, live in a bungalow in downtown Colorado Springs, and dream of being minimalists. She can be found all over social media at Mundane Faithfulness.

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