Every Monday I write a grateful post mostly telling you why you should be grateful. Today I’ll tell you why, I’m grateful. Yes, there are the little things but there are some big things too.
Things that make you quote Ps 124:2 “if it had not been the LORD who was on our side” Hum a hymn and shake your head like an old lady in the Baptist church during testimony sharing time.
Church babies Holla at me! if I just gave you a visual of someone you know.
Seriously, though If it had not been for the Lord on my side… I don’t know.
4 years ago to the day, I found my daughter in my room staring at an empty closet, asking me where are daddy’s stuff. Too smart for her own good she quickly piece it together and I watch her broke. It was the most horrifying and hurtful thing I ever endure.
It was a few days before my birthday, needless to say, there was no celebration. I was hurting so much I couldn’t imagine it would ever stop. I couldn’t imagine the day I would stop crying, or the day I would ever smile again.
I remember reading this verse, on Genesis 41:51 Joseph named his older son Manasseh, for he said, “God has made me forget all my troubles“
and cussing at my Bible and at Joseph for saying stupid stuff like that. Manasseh my ***! How am I ever going to forget?
Joseph after being sold by his brothers, ended up as a slave, got set up by his master’s wife. Landed in jail and forgotten by the people who promise to put a good word for him, roughly 18 years of bad break.
After all this, he was happy, his son is being born, he is reunited with his family Joseph took a deep breath, smile and said Manasseh! All these junk is behind me I’m happy, I can smile again.
I thought Joseph was an idiot, some stupid bible idiot, cause there is no way or point in time I could ever be saying “Manasseh” with him. My pain was TOO great, my heart was TOO broken, it was OVER!
Now 4 years later, goofy smile on my face, I find myself saying “Manasseh” with Joseph.
I don’t know how God did it, but somehow my pain that was TOO great is gone.
My heart that was too broken is full again.
My “broken babies” were whole again and thriving beyond all I could ask or think.
They are HAPPY!
This is the kinda grades they get! The statistics was definitely NOT on our side, but GOD!
I’m getting all kinda naked on this post and I may or may not hit publish. If you reading this, it means that I did hit publish and I’m somewhere, banging my head regretting that I shared too much and got too personal.
Anyway, my big lesson from all this?
This too shall pass. No matter how ugly and painful and hopeless it may seem… It shall pass!
You will be able to say “Manasseh” sometime.
So count your blessings and don’t give up aight?