"Now when Daniel learned that the decree had been published, he went home to his upstairs room where the windows opened toward Jerusalem. Three times a day he got down on his knees and prayed, giving thanks to his God, just as he had done before."
I love this verse. I am not going to say it has been floating around in my mind for awhile but I just kind of stumbled across it and it kind of stuck with me. God is the same-in times of joy and times of deep sorrow. He is the same. It is me-through my situations-that changes. Sometimes, allowing my heart to hardened towards Him because I am angry and hurt. But throughout the bible we are told to give thanks in every circumstance.
I have been struggling so deeply with where I am at in my life. I find myself trying desperately to bargain my way into a new existence. I catch my mind dwelling on past moments of happiness and I can feel my throat close and my eyes burn with tears.
I thanked God for those happy days. a beach trip to Seaside with Kim and Kristen. New Orleans visits. A trip to Pennsylvania. School. School. Driving. Another beach trip with friends. School.
Those were beautiful days. Days of splendor. And those days can be haunting at times; ghosts that lurk and taunt me with what I know life could be like. But mostly those days serve as truly joyous reminders of God's overflowing love and His power to make all things new again.
So, during these dark days that seem to mount and take my breath and my sanity, I am trying very hard to remember to give thanks every day. No matter what kind of day it is.
Because God is the same today as He was yesterday.
And I hope that I can be like Daniel and get down on my knees and pray, give thanks to my God, just as I did before.