Answered Prayers

I am currently living in a season of answered prayers, and I want to be intentional in my gratitude and praise for these gifts.

I have the greatest husband in the world. I don’t mean that to brag, but that is a prayer I had given up on for a long time. I spent years assuming and excepting that if God had a husband for me, he would not love me the way I craved. I didn’t believe I was worth that level of love.

I don’t say that to be woe is me - I made my choices and I own them. I also don’t say that to offer an empty promise that some sense of “loving yourself” will suddenly bring along the right man. I don’t even say that to pretend that turning to God will suddenly give you what you want.

If perfect husbands were a trophy for loving God well I can confidently list multiple people who would be ahead of me on that list. Some of the most incredible christians I know are still single.

I do not think we should hide our blessings, however, out of fear of hurting someone’s feelings. Obviously, there is a profound difference in throwing something in someone else’s face, and there is a great beauty in loving someone well and handling sensitive topics with delicacy, but we should be praising God as loudly in the good as we are crying out to Him in the bad.

I am also in a stage of recovery that has brought incredible joy. I am back at work full time, and feel my old energy levels throughout the day. I was able to take a walk this weekend and feel like myself. I had enough energy to clean my apartment, and even when I overexert myself I am not bringing myself to a point of physical pain, just exhaustion.

I have friendships restored in my life that I once thought I had burned forever. It isn’t the same, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t good. There is a depth there now in new ways that wouldn’t have been otherwise, and an appreciation for the relationship that does exist.

I have a home that fills me with joy. It isn’t “done” and may never be, but that doesn’t change the sweetness in what is. No, every corner isn’t aesthetic, but real is precious in a way perfect can never be.