How marvelous!

Sometimes I see God’s hand distinctly in my life.  And it usually surprises me.  I’m not sure why.  I know He’s a part of my life.  We talk daily.  I can’t imagine life without Him, but to see Him moving in my life can sometimes surprise me.  That happened yesterday.

Last week started with some good news that we got on Monday.  It’s news that I can’t share much of, yet, but it was not only an answer to prayer but an answer above and beyond what I ever expected.  While I was grocery shopping alone that evening I was trying to process the news.  Even good news takes some processing.  The old hymn, “I Stand Amazed” kept reverberating through my mind.

How marvelous! How wonderful!
And my song shall ever be:
How marvelous! How wonderful!
Is my Savior’s love for me!

I hummed it throughout the aisles.  Throughout the week, I struggled to rejoice in our good news.  We’ve had a fair share of bad news recently as well.  I was surprised that somehow I could be grateful in hard times and then struggle to be equally as grateful in good times.  And, yet, that’s exactly what I was dealing with.

I somehow felt bad to be happy with our good news.  I see so many others around me struggling.  I see so many others around me who are more deserving of God’s gifts.  And, yet, I was the one with good news.  It didn’t seem fair.  I also worried that it wasn’t true.  I worried that it would get taken away.

All of these thoughts played out in my head throughout the week.  I should have been rejoicing and praising God completely.  Yet, I was struggling to do that.

When we arrived at church yesterday morning, I was still in the same mindset.  We usually sing mostly contemporary songs.  Occasionally our minister of music will throw in an old hymn.  I was bowled over when “I Stand Amazed” appeared on the overhead projector.

Just as certainly as if God had been standing beside me, I knew that He was there.  He had not forgotten me.  He knew the sorrow we’d faced in the past.  He knew the hurt and heartache.  And He was ready to bless us beyond what we had imagined.  He was there for me to let me know it was OK to relax and just be happy.  It was OK for me to just let go and praise and thank Him with my whole heart and being.  That’s exactly what I did.

Often we long for God to meet us in hard times.  We long for His voice and His comfort.  And He shows up.  I learned, though, that I have that same longing in good times.  I need God just as much during good times.

And while I’m rejoicing in good times, I’m also looking ahead to the week that will hold some challenges and difficulties (more to come on Wednesday).  Yet, I know my God is the same in the valley, on the mountaintop and everywhere else in between.

How marvelous indeed!

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