Thanksgiving Reflections

Sometimes when Instagram is filled with beautiful pictures of perfect things, it’s easy to think our own lives must be the only thing that’s broken. .

In an effort to keep it real, yes, we had an overall good weekend during which we were healthy, enjoyed family, and ate good food.

But this weekend, two precious keepsakes were forever damaged. Some hurtful words were spoken. And a cooking experiment failed miserably.

In the grand scheme, these are small things. I’m not experiencing major suffering or loss. But the fact that they happened had reminded me that this place is broken. Things are not how they should be. I’m so glad that Jesus came to this sin-stained place to bring healing. I’m so glad we have a Day to look forward to when there will be no more pain or tears. When we had nothing for the ache, God provided Something for the ache - the only thing that can truly bring full restoration.

I’m weary. I’m tired. I’m sad. But it gives me the strength I need to keep at it when I remember what He did out of love for me. And when I look to that Day and remember this is only a mist with a perfect and glorious eternity waiting on the other side of this mess.