Every Good and Perfect Gift is from Above

I know you may think I can't count very well... I mean, I skipped several days/ numbers on my countdown to my birthday. Well, quite honestly, some of the gifts were just too personal. Mainly they were gifts most wouldn't even consider gifts. I thought about not even referencing them, but I think too often we assume the Christian life is always full of good things. It is, but not what the world would consider good. I didn't want to come across as having this "perfect month" or perfect days even in this journey. God whispers to me in HisWord, sometimes shouts out to me in His sunsets. But some days, I feel he takes my face in His hands, holds me still, and says "hang on pumpkin... this one is going to bring tears and pain. But I AM. and I am here." Some of my days were like that.

Two things kept running through my head during those days this past week:

"that You, O God are strong" Psalm 62:11
"that You are loving" Psalm 62:12

I kept humming this song as well:

We pray for blessings, we pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering

All the while You hear each spoken need
Yet love is way too much to give us lesser things

'Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears?
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You're near?

What if trials of this life
Are Your mercies in disguise?

We pray for wisdom, Your voice to hear
We cry in anger when we cannot feel You near
We doubt Your goodness, we doubt Your love
As if every promise from Your Word is not enough

And all the while You hear each desperate plea
And long that we'd have faith to believe

'Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears?
And what if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You're near?

And what if trials of this life
Are Your mercies in disguise?

When friends betray us, when darkness seems to win
We know that pain reminds this heart
That this is not, this is not our home
It's not our home