Sometimes, God shows up in my life and replenishes my spirit in the way that only He can.

Twice, I've opened up my heart and shared about my best friend's battle with cancer on this blog. 

It began here and this was the second update for those who missed it.

I wish I could provide the update that she is beating this thing and I wish my news were anything other than what it is. She passed away on July 3rd, at 36 years old, leaving behind her husband and three beautiful children.

Just having returned from her celebration of life service and just having given the most difficult eulogy, I've been trying to assimilate back to a "new normal" which no longer includes her. I don't want this to be a sad blog post because I feel like sadness has been such a dominating force over the last few weeks that I'm not sure I can handle much more at this point. 

What I do want is to share a little story of how God met me right where I was today: knee deep in grief. I've been there for probably the last year if I really do reflect upon things. However, since her actual death, knee deep may be too shallow.

We returned back home after flying out of state to attend the celebration service and didn't get home until very late at night. With church being the next day, I wasn't sure either of us would have it in us to have the "get up an go" mentality. Well, we did.

At church, our worship team played this song that I had never heard before:

The song really moved me and it was difficult to keep the tears at bay in the church pew. Fast forward a few hours and my husband and little boys were at our community pool. I decided to run through a drive-thru to pick up some cookies and take them to the pool to surprise my little boys. 

I played this song in my truck and as I sat in the drive-thru, I meditated on the lyrics that played. 

"I'll give thanks to God, when I don't have enough. 

He's more than enough. And He knows what I need."

When I reached the window to pay, the lady told me the car in front of me paid for my order. I was shocked. I thought about the song playing in the background. Did I have enough money to pay for my order? Yes, I did. I will tell you, where I did not have enough was in my soul and God met me right there in the drive-thru and filled my cup. I couldn't hold back the tears. 

I wanted to share this story because even though I know this is sad, and I know there are some of you that are reading this that have prayed for my friend along the way, I want you to know that God is so near to me (and to you) in our brokenness. He cares so much for my hurting heart and He is letting me know that every single day, even in small ways. 

Blessings,