Giving Thanks

Every year, our church does a thanksgiving service the night before Thanksgiving.  The entire service is one praise after another as people raise their hands to acknowledge the Lord's work in their life.  The rule... no complaints- just to give a praise (ex: 'I'm thankful for my job even though my boss is a jerk!' This is breaking the rule!).  

My heart was instantly overwhelmed with our journey with Eva this year.  She has been an adventure!  She couldn't walk.  She wouldn't talk.  She wouldn't attach or snuggle.  I couldn't even comfort her.  She was isolated.  

And then she began to warm.... warm to our touch, our words of comfort, our cheers at her attempts to face each challenge.  

And there were many challenges.

An answer to prayer... no, not ONLY an answer to prayer but a miracle that I witnessed witness each day!  How could I not share this praise....

Pride. 

See, Eva's story is no more beautiful than anyone else's but it has MY heart... 

and I knew that I would cry.  Bawl.  So I tried to keep my mouth shut and praise the Lord in my heart.  But I couldn't keep quiet.  
Reluctantly I raised my hand to offer my praise.  I barely got the words out... 

'We were concerned about Eva for quite a while... but she has made so much progress.'   

And that's all I could say.  I wanted to say the words 'Thank You' or 'I'm so thankful' but I became a waterworks!  But I was obedient, swallowed my pride, and 
I 
Am
Soo
THANKFUL
for the Lord's work in Eva's life and His work in our lives on this journey.  This is what it feels like to be led... And it feels good!