My brother who came over at 6:30 in the morning so my husband could meet us at the hospital when our son was recovering from a major seizure. The friend who dropped off groceries on our porch because she knew we wouldn't want to be away from him. My mom, who when I asked, got on a plane to come stay with us so that I could have some extra support as I navigate this grief with two young children to take care of. The cards in the mail. The meals prepared. The kind messages and comments in social media. I began to see Jesus in His people, both the expected and unexpected.
Sometimes we miss God, because He comes in ways (and people) we don't expect. God hasn't left me alone or abandoned me. He is kind and merciful and in those time when I needed Him most He sent His people. And I needed to be reminded of that fact. Because I was very much questioning and accusing God of His role, or lack there of, in my life lately. I was reminded of the scripture that says, "The Lord is always close to the broken hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit." Psalm 34:18. I just missed that from Him. I didn't recognize His face in the faces of my helpers.
Then today as I drove down the highway after dropping my mom off at the airport, and life once again was resting on my shoulders, the song from Lifehouse came on the radio, and I was reminded that despite the tragedies and difficulties, I find meaning in God and that I can keep holding on, because He is near in the people He has put in my life.
So thank you for those of you who showed me Jesus. Thank you for the times in my life that were the hardest, you were there in the ways I needed.