Yet, moods are fickle. They can't be trusted. They aren't steadfast or constant.
Is there something or someone deeper, steadier, more reliable? Not as fickle?
Each time I see an answered prayer or a blessing (a "good and perfect gift" as James says), I call it a "Fingerprint". He put His fingerprint on my heart, my life. (My friend Kaylie calls them, 'God Winks'.)
Could this be the Constant, could He be the Steady?
The past eleven months, I haven't always been happy. There has been moments of laughter, times of rejoicing, but there's been a lot of pain. Just when the wound seems to be healed, something happens that pulls the carefully sewn-together edges apart, exposing raw emotion once again. The rip gets smaller and smaller, but the scar hasn't completely formed.
Yet, the past eleven months, there has been a Steadfast, a Constant: my God, and His fingerprints in my life.
Today I finished counting: One Hundred Thirty. One Hundred Thirty written-down, directly answered prayers and blessings (and I'm sure I missed even more than I wrote). One Hundred Thirty fingerprints.
And One Hundred Thirty fingerprints and eleven months later, I'm realizing that
the joy at the bottom of the pit is much deeper, more intimate, and more beautiful than any circumstantial happiness I've known.
The greatest gift He gives us is Himself, and I wouldn't trade that for anything.