Today I look around and my breath catches in my throat.

Surely I should take off my shoes. Or fall to my knees. Or raise up my hands. Surely this moment is holy.

Not because of anything spectacular. This morning is going the same way every morning goes. Still in my pajamas, hair disheveled, placing porridge dishes in the sink before grabbing another cup of coffee, I look around.

Regina moves into place beside me to help scrub the dishes. All four of her once-malnourished children play in the yard in front of us, strong and healthy. We both look out the window at them and look at each other and smile and don’t say a word.

As we look back out the window, Makerere walks by, not limping, raking the leaves in our back yard. He looks up and he smiles and I think of whole months when he didn’t smile and whole months when he just couldn’t leave his alcohol addiction and whole months when I could see his leg bone.

And it fills up my heart and I know it with my whole body and it tumbles out of my mouth in a barely audible whisper, “God has been good to us.”

Some days, babies die and children don’t obey. Some days, friends won’t leave their addictions or take the ARVs that could save their lives or listen when I try to share the gospel. Some days the hurt of the world muddles my vision and I forget to remember that every moment is holy and I could live here on my knees with shoes off and hands raised if I would just choose to see it.

Tomorrow or next week or in ten minutes I will forget. A devastated friend will sit on the couch and I will struggle to find words that encourage. I will cry as I peel carrots over the open, already-stained pages of Psalms. But right now I breathe deep and bend knees and raise hands high. And I say it to you and I say it to me: God has been good to us.

And to Him, the Good Father, I say thank You.

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  1. Oh, thank you Katie for the reminder to constantly be aware of Gods goodness and his holiness. How often I forget. As always, you bless me!


  2. God truly has been good, to all of us, in the midst of our tears, our smiles, our pain and our rejoicing. I'm so thankful that His spirit touches down to dwell in us… such a broken and desperate people… yet wholly restored by His perfect presence. Thanks for sharing—dianne 🙂


  3. I am 25 and live in SE Asia where I have come to reach to the broken. I've followed your blog for a while now, and through my experiences with broken children, I can weep with you. I relate to days of wondering where God is or being nervous and feel unfilled. This year has been a process of learning to go before Jesus in worship and receive from him, and He takes the burdens away. You are further down the road in your work, but I want to say, thank you, for inspiring me.


  4. This is beautiful. The ability to see the goodness of God through every situation is such a gift. Never lose sight of that. Your love is amazing, over flowing and blessing those around you, never lose sight of that. You are loved by an amazing God who will provide for you as you continue to serve Him. Never lose sight of that.


  5. Sometimes we forget, sometimes we remember, and sometimes we remember that we're always happier when we do recall!

    My sister made up a saying that I'd like to tell you. Maybe, someday, you can use it, I don't know, but maybe.

    “Have hope, for sometimes it is all we have. Have faith, for without God we have no hope.”

    I suppose it is just a simple way of saying, “Have God.”

    God bless you,



  6. Wow. Lots of good stuff throughout, but the whole Church needs to remember this. If we did, the world would look VERY different.

    I wonder why this one has comparatively few comments. Interesting.

    May God bless you– and all of us– beyond all you have dared hope for.


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