Baby after baby has been born this year. Beautiful babies, babies worth celebrating because they are lives loved dearly by God. Meanwhile, my box of pregnancy tests grew emptier. We changed plans with the doctor, choosing to discontinue further medication and treatments.
I could look left and right: Where is my happy ending, here at the end of a brutal year?
I choose instead to look UP.
My life is not measured by the markers of another's path. This is the adventure of life with God: the path we walk is unique us and Jesus. We are led by the Spirit and Word to the next right thing, and that may not be the same as the woman next to us. As long as I believe God doesn't love me, that God is withholding from me, I will seek some benchmark – some way to measure success – other than His love.
But when I look up at the face of my Father, it all becomes clear: There is so much to be thankful for. Starting with salvation and the opportunity to know and be known by my Creator, there is an overflowing vessel of blessing from the heart of God, if I will open my eyes to recognize it.
In the midst of hardship, thanksgiving lifts our eyes to God's faithfulness. When I thank God for the ways He has shown Himself faithful, kind, loving, and good in other areas of my life, I have the strength to keep believing in the parts that weigh me down. Secure in what I have been given, I can look into the face of the Giver with true gratitude even while asking for something more.
Because I know His face, I do not believe He has a withholding hand.
The gospel tells me that the favor of God is mine, and not just mine, but immovably mine. I choose to take Him at His word. When I do, the favor of God frees me from the lie that God has favorites. I don't need to compare; the benchmark has been met. I can know how I'm doing from the Holy Spirit's voice and the truth of the Word. I can know the love of God as real and beautiful, here in the land of the living, even while mourning what is dead.
If comparison robs us, thanksgiving restores us.
Thank you God, for how you are working in my children's lives.
Thank you for the wisdom you've given me for parenting them well.
Thank you for this home, imperfect as it is, to live and love others.
Thank you for this life, the breath I have, the chance to live another day in the light of your glory. Open my eyes to your goodness – I choose to take You personally.