…And now let the weak say I am strong
Let the poor say I am rich…
because of what the Lord has done for us
I am blessed to have a new(ish) friend whom God added to my life shortly after Jenna died. He had connected us shortly before, but when Jenna went to heaven this sweet girl read my blog, cried for me, interceded for me, and ‘stalked me’ (her own words 😉 ) until I finally gave in and went to visit her one day…and left her house with the feeling that four hours of conversation with a good friend was not enough. I could have chatted with her at that pool deck for another four hours, easily. This precious lady has become one of my biggest cheerleaders and staunchest friends, and I am so grateful to God for her.
I was thinking about her today, praying for her and thanking God for her, and my heart was moved by the goodness of God towards me. I have so many special people in my life. Instead of thanking him for things this Thanksgiving, I want to thank him for these precious ones.
The precious friends that the Lord has blessed me with here in the US, who walk with me as I try to navigate life without Jenna, who encourage me, who give me hugs and a listening ear, who call me on the 17th of every month, who read my blog even though they know me and see me at church. I assume they all read my blog because they love me and want to keep up with where I am at, or because they miss Jenna and want to remember her too. That means a lot to me.
My friends in South Africa, who have known me for ‘yonks’ and who were there for us at the drop of a hat when they learned the news about Jenna. There’s nothing like old friendships that fit like a glove, and I am so thankful that they are all still in my life even though we left South Africa 9 years ago already. To my Stoney-boney friend: I miss you and your once-in-a-while emails (we are so slack, hey?) always make my day.
My family in South Africa and here in the States. Thank you for never once saying a word of blame. Thank you for being the sweet and precious and generous people that you all are. Sometimes it pains me to think that losing Jenna was such a terrible loss and shock to you as well. I wish it were different. May Jesus comfort you all, as he comforts me.
My blog readers. There are few things that give me so much support as the ability to vent my thoughts here on this little corner on the web, only to find your sweet and encouraging comments cheering me on. Thank you, to all of you for reading this and praying for me even though this blog is not always the most light-hearted blog out there. To all the mommies who walk this road with me, thanks for the hugs and the understanding.
My church. I am grateful for a pastor who has a true shepherd’s heart and for people who are united in their love for Jesus and each other. It is a rare thing, and I don’t take it for granted. You all are my family here in the USA, and I love you for it.
The people at my job. Thank you for providing me with a place where I can pour out my heart and my energy and feel like I am accomplishing something. The friendship and support I find at the school is a blessing. To my students – you are the best and you make my life soooooo interesting! 🙂
My hubby and the boys. I can say with absolute conviction that my hubby is one in a billion. I’d search a long time to find someone with the same integrity, the same kind and generous spirit, and the same down-to-earth humility. He’s smart and has dreamy eyes to boot. And he loves me – what more can I ask for? The boys make me laugh, they warm my heart, they are precious treasures, each with their own flavor and unique traits that make me love them so.
Jenna. I do so feel the gap she left in our lives, especially now with the holidays approaching. But my life would have lacked something if she had never shared those 3 and a half years with us. She added so much spark to our lives, and awakened a side of me that I never knew was there. If it weren’t for her, my girly side would probably still be slumbering. I’d probably never wear pink. My life would be poorer, less colorful, dull. I love you my girly-girl!
My good, kind and tender God, who has never left my side or let go of my hand. He is there when I call, and my heart can trust him implicitly. I have much to praise him for.