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This year’s fallen leaves are nearly all cleared away, and as I pause, I sense gratitude rising like a spring within my soul. How gracious the Lord has been! Back in June, for the first time in my life, I was carried by ambulance into the emergency room. After five days of confinement, I returned home frail and skeletal, so weak that even taking a step felt impossible. My body was broken, and my spirit faltered. At that time, I wondered if I would ever again have the strength to care for my home.

 

Yet now, to find myself raking leaves and still having strength left—this is nothing less than the mercy of God. What seemed impossible has become a testimony: His grace sustains me, His power is made perfect in weakness. Even in the simple act of clearing autumn leaves, I see the evidence of His kindness, and my heart overflows with thanksgiving.