It's been almost a month since my family attended church (and even longer since I last updated my blog...useless!) Times have been busy as we farewell family and friends before our imminent departure. On top of the stresses of planning our move and packing, work continues to be moving at light speed with me travelling every week leaving Hele to hold the fort.
It is during busy times like these that I begin to stumble. My walk with Christ becoming a limp until finally I am crawling. And often the crawling is towards forgiveness because with every new day, a new challenge also awaits. Often these challenges catch me at my weakest point and I react as opposed to seeking His guidance. But even though I feel like such a weak fool seeking forgiveness for the 100th time for any particular week, I am still ever so grateful for my faith. Where would I be without it?!!
It was this thought that got the better of me today while at Church. During the third pese, staring up at the large cross set against stained glass above the altar...I wept. Tears of pure gratitude as I sang. I was completely overwhelmed by all the work God has completed in my life. Most of all I was in awe of the wonders our family has experienced since moving to Wellington. From building our small family, the addition of another child, to the abundance of love and friendships we have discovered during our time here. There is no other joy than having ones prayers answered. And for me, some of those prayers I was unable to verbalize, they were simply desires of my heart. And today I wept tears of joy knowing deep within me, that I served a God who truly knew me. A God who sees me.
Thank you Father for remembering our family. We are so undeserving. We will never be able to repay you. Ever. Thank you...that's all my heart sings...is thank you.