In all honesty, I haven’t been doing as well with having a grateful heart this week. Third trimester is in full swing, with all of its associated discomforts. My grandfather died last May right after my college graduation, and his birthday would have been last week.
The biggest thing I’m thankful for this week is my husband’s support. I really don’t know how I would manage if I didn’t have him to help me. Sometimes I’m pretty exhausted by the end of the day, and he is always happy to help with washing dishes, folding laundry, or whatever else I might need. I don’t like feeling unproductive, but he reminds me that I’m growing a person, and that is productive.
Grief sneaks up on you. I’ll probably write a full post on this subject another time, but I’ve found it to be true. Granddaddy died five and a half weeks before I got married. I know that he was saved, and I know that he was suffering a lot, so I’m thankful that he is in heaven. I miss him all the same though, especially when I went to my Granny’s house for Christmas and he wasn’t there. He would have been 70 last week, and his birthday brought up a whole new host of emotions.
Hebrews 4 talks about Jesus being the great high priest. Verses 15 and 16 say “For we do not have a high priest who cannot sympathize with our weaknesses, but One who has been tempted in all things as we are, yet without sin. Therefore let us draw near with confidence to the throne of grace, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.”
Jesus understands being in pain. Jesus knows what it is like to lose someone you love (see John 11). He knows.
And this week, I’m thankful for that comfort.