Today at lunch I was reading the story of Noah to my children. We talked about how the first thing Noah did after he exited the ark was to build an altar of thanksgiving to God for His goodness. The boys began listing all the things that God had given us as we talked about how good He is. “Our house, my brother, my sister, our toys, our lunch, the trees…” all bubbled up and out as the they tried to outdo each other with rejoicing in God’s blessings.
Then the conversation took a turn I wasn’t quite ready for as Asher looked at me, cocked his head, his huge eyes pools of concern.
“Mom? I’m thankful that your treatments are over.”
‘Me, too, buddy. Me, too.”
Micah chimed in with, “God took good care of you, Mommy.”
“Yes, He did, Bear.”
Asher looked at me, long and hard, “You could have died, Mom, couldn’t you? God didn’t let you die.”
Micah turned to me, eyes huge, mouth open, as a realization dawned on him. “Mommy? You could have died?” Green eyes filled with tears. “But you’re here, Mommy. You’re here.”
Yes, boys and little girl obliviously licking her yogurt spoon, I am here and God is good no matter what. I got the phone call this afternoon that my chest MRI came back normal, and I promptly fell into a heaping puddle of sobs. Another clear scan and another reminder of my Lord’s sweet protection over me. Won’t you rejoice with me and my family today?