At the end of a terrible day that I wouldn't want to go through again, my heart is filled with absolute gratitude. Really, I just can't imagine what my life would be like if God weren't all that He is to me. It's a mystery to me how people live their days, continuing on with all the bumps in the road, without any blessed assurance that there is something bigger beyond them, that there is Someone who pursues their heart and desires them to thrive. If I didn't have that, my life would be very, very dim. I just don't know how people get along in life without Him: How they laugh, how they smile, how they press on? I really think it would be harder to live life without Him than it is to live life with Him - no matter what challenge He calls me to. In the least, meaning is found in the struggle of my life because of who God is. For someone that doesn't know Christ, struggle is merely something to 'get through' until the seas calm.

My heart is lifted up as I rejoice that He is my haven, that He understands, that there is purpose because of Him, and that He persistently desires good for me.

Jesus, you rock my face off!