Sunrise, Sunset

I have a notebook originally reserved for the recording of 1,000 Gifts. I look back through those pages & give thanks for the ten-thousand reasons my heart has to find to bless the Lord. Giving thanks is a powerful thing; remembrance is a humbling, beautiful act we must incorporate into our day to day. Not only in our devotions, or during this Holy Week. I had a day last week that was a gift from God; it was a day to pause, rest, catch up & breathe. Far too often I find myself compartmentalizing--aka shoving my heart & struggles to the back burner--my own writing & thoughts & even prayers in favor of throwing myself into work & focusing on others' excitement & goings-on. Just one reason I haven't been writing as consistently. That day last week though, I struggled.

In that same notebook where I record my 1,000 Gifts, I've been jotting down a prayer list. And whew, is it getting long. My heart does not wonder as to why things happen to such good people, or why people have to fight for their life or prepare to leave this earth. My heart aches, but I marvel at God's goodness & how He holds my heart, & those that are hurting, in the palm of His hand. 

My prayer list includes older people who are nearing the end of their lives. People who still have family here who love them & don't want them to leave. I have two friends in my list who are preparing to bring a brand new life into this world & become mothers. My siblings & parents & all the great, but sometimes nerve-wracking change taking place as my not-so-little siblings grow up. You may've heard about the high school stabbing a few weeks ago? It's so close to home; thankfully, my cousins who go there were not harmed. But those victims of the horrific stabbing are their friends & somebody's child. 

Life goes on at it's alarming pace; Easter is just about upon us. The glorious power of Christ's resurrection colors every day of our existence as Christians--giving us a hope & purpose, firm & secure, that we will spend Eternity in paradise. But this world we live in is fallen, broken. We are yet sinners but no longer a slave to the old man--we are new creations. That daily renewal, the conviction of the Holy Spirit coming through clearer with each passing day? It's humbling. The lifelong process of surrender is one of being broken. And being broken sometimes hurts--but that means we are alive! 

On some pages, I list gifts & thank Him for provision & joy. On the next page I list people--those hurting, struggling, fading away or bringing forth new life. With each sunrise & sunset, there isn't a moment when I don't feel something. Joy & bittersweet sorrow mingle these days, & I raise my hands to choose to believe again that God is good, all the time. Even when I don't have answers or even a fitting resolution to this post.
The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away;
Blessed be the name of the Lord.
Job 1:21
Meghan M. Gorecki
Meghan M. Gorecki

Words, history, and grace color my days here in The Burgh where I seek out the perfect coffee and red lipstick.