I woke up missing Logan so much this morning, being Thankful is not exactly first thing on my mind.
I lay in bed looking around trying to determine how I could be thankful while I feel so angry and sad and even a little betrayed.
And then I thought, it’s God’s grace.
After every panic attack I feel a sense of calm, after every chapter out of the “I hate my life book” comes a passage from “things will get better”. Every time I feel down someone contacts me out of the blue to lift me up.
So that is what I’m thankful for, the little mercies and God’s Love 🙂

“Appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; ” Isaiah 61:3