Lifted

Tonight I was brushing my teeth, going over the events of the past few days. I started thinking about the poem, "FootPrints," which most of you probably know. There's a man who sees in a dream two sets of Footprints spanning time. But he notices that during the really painful times in his life, there was only one set. Hurt, he asks Jesus, "Why, in the most distressing times of my life did You abandon me, when I really needed You most?" And Jesus just looks at him warmly and replies, "My son, I never left you. Those times that you see were when I carried you."
And then it struck me, that is how I feel.... I feel lifted. Somehow lifted over the depths of grief, lifted over the potential depression. Not as though I've escaped the pain altogether, but somehow shielded, as though SomeOne is bearing the heavy burden with me, for me. Today I still laughed, relished the upturned faces of my beautiful children, laid in the grass and gazed at the clouds, thanked God over and over for the honor of marrying my husband. No one has stolen the joy in my heart.
So I want to thank every one of you for lifting me/us up in prayer. I am awed at the the tangible way I have felt the arms of the Father upholding me. I know I have you to thank for that. Please never doubt that He hears. Please always remember that He cares for you.