I'm up early this morning. You could say it's because my husband wasn't As quiet as he thought he was before he left for work. You could say it was because I went to bed early last night and my body doesn't know what to do with more than 6 hours of sleep anymore. But I choose to believe that God woke me up this morning for a purpose.
It's been a crazy few weeks. Twenty two days ago I wrote my last post about a God-sized task. Five short days ago, I was wallowing in fear again, questioning whether He was going to provide.
But this morning, the first thing I saw when I looked at my phone was a post by my sweet friend that said "Lovepacs-Frisco has packed all 287 boxes feeding 472 kids this Thanksgiving!!" Yep, you read that right--almost 300 boxes packed in 2 weeks.
So I'm choosing to believe that God woke me up in the darkness of the early morning to remind me of His faithfulness. HE loves these kids more than You or I can even fathom. He loves me too. Just as much. And His way of showing love to me isn't by providing me a box of food through strangers, but by showing me how HE will provide and I just need to trust Him.
To let go of my pre-conceived ideas of how things should look.
But not stop ASKing Him to do big things.
To believe that He will answer.
So the fact that all boxes are packed and waiting to be loaded into cars tonight shouldn't surprise me. And truthfully, at this stage, it doesn't. But I wouldn't be honest if I didn't say I had some angst along the way to get to this point.
But for now, I am peacefully overwhelmed by His goodness, grace and mercy.
And for me, that's what Thanksgiving is all about.