Thank You

Thank You

Thank You for frustration and futility

For starving my flesh and not allowing it to be satisfied 

Thank You for sorrow and struggle and regret and loss

For teaching me my limits by allowing me to experience brokenness 

Thank You for Your ways that are not like our ways 

For Your thoughts that are not like our thoughts

Thank You for quiet corners and dusty barns

Thank You for silent closets and lonely bedsides 

Thank You for mistakes that taught humility 

Thank You for ambitions not realized and plans unfulfilled 

And for prayers not answered

And answers not given 

Thank You for Your pruning shears 

Thank You for the many years 

Of deafened ears 

And countless tears 

As You sat near

And shaped me by Your own hand 

(Rom 8:19-21) The creation waits in eager expectation for the revelation of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not by its own will, but because of the One who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God.