I tend to post mostly about the good stuff. And why not? It's no fun dwelling on the bad long enough to write it. And who wants to read it? Unless...the bad isn't really bad.
For the last 9 months God has been taking my husband and me on a journey that has pushed us and tested us in ways we have never experienced. By default our kids are included in this journey. What they are learning is something our words could never teach them. What we are learning is that God can be trusted. When we are without gas money for the next day and our 11 year old finds $100 on the porch step with a note, "To the Stephenses from Jesus." his eyes have just seen what his ears have only heard. You can't really call that bad.
In our desperation and dependence, we are driven to pray together and trust and abide. That is not a bad thing. We are finding that God in that place of desperation waiting to meet us. Often times we are forced to lean into things we cannot get out of. During this leaning, we learn something new about ourselves and God's faithfulness. As Andy Stanley says, "When our faith intersects with God's faithfulness..."
So even though some days feel really bad, they are working something beautiful that remains unknown to me. Isaiah 28:28 "Bread flour must be ground; therefore he does not thresh it forever,"