Counting, counting...every good and perfect gift, from the Father's hand. There are so many, they add up so quickly...I wonder...is this how Abraham felt when the Lord told him to count the stars, if he could...count the grains of sand on the seashore? My gifts are like that, innumerable!! But here goes...
.Sweet worship in His presence today.
.Family worship, listening to my sweet husband lead the family in reading Proverbs.
.Gas in the car.
.Twelve year old's repentant heart.
.Clean dishes, stacked neat in the drainer, ready for tomorrow.
.Sick baby, crying for Mama - something I can give.
.Rented movie night, all watched together.
.Twelve year old applying his lesson on pain from Boyhood and Beyond when he was injured tonight.
.Tired man, sleeping soundly...gaining rest for his day of work.
.Sun shining on our watching fishermen at the River.
.Dinner out tonight, rare treat! And, my meal fit into this new diet!
.Three pounds lost, freedom from cravings found.
.Week one of no carbs behind me!! Only seven more & the rest of my life to go!!
.Poem written for a prompt, first time ever posted & kindly received.
.Heart bursting open wide with love for the little ones in the nursery today.
.Sharing laughter with friends and new moms while working in the nursery.
.Clearly hearing the Voice of the One who Made me, calling me to do something new.
.Heart wide open to respond, "Yes, Lord...only by Your power."
.God-given hope growing anew in my heart.
.Grace when I goofed in Sunday school.
.Sloppy kisses on my lips, sticky fingers entwining my hair.
.Medicine that makes my body do what it fails to do on its own.
.Music, reminding me that to wake and breath is a reason to give thanks.
.Littlest one sick, makeshift bed on living room floor. Couch for mama to sleep on.
.Backache gone -answered prayer.
.Family leader making a tough decision that made waves everywhere, but we think not here.
Oh, Lord, open my eyes, that I may see Your gifts, more numerous today than I can even record. Show me how to see You in all things!
Showing posts with label thankfulness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thankfulness. Show all posts
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Friday, December 30, 2011
Counting the Gifts
And I thank Him for...
14. the quiet early morning hours, when He calls me out of bed...to sit at His
feet, soak Him in, preparing me for the day, renewing my thoughts of Him,
causing me to crave His presence, refreshing my perspective, giving me eyes to
see...
15. the pangs of hunger that awaken my physical body to its need.
16. the refreshing night's sleep.
17. the two sons, still warmly tucked into their beds...sleeping,
dreaming...peaceful.
18. eyes that are beginning to see.
19. morning's fresh start, the promise of His mercies, new every morning.
20. Christmas decorations, just one more hour, day, week...of remembering Him whom
we are meant to see in all things every moment of every hour of every day.
21. the bats scuttling in the attic, not having made it again into the living space.
22. water on night-parched lips.
23. soft feel of blanket on cool skin.
14. the quiet early morning hours, when He calls me out of bed...to sit at His
feet, soak Him in, preparing me for the day, renewing my thoughts of Him,
causing me to crave His presence, refreshing my perspective, giving me eyes to
see...
15. the pangs of hunger that awaken my physical body to its need.
16. the refreshing night's sleep.
17. the two sons, still warmly tucked into their beds...sleeping,
dreaming...peaceful.
18. eyes that are beginning to see.
19. morning's fresh start, the promise of His mercies, new every morning.
20. Christmas decorations, just one more hour, day, week...of remembering Him whom
we are meant to see in all things every moment of every hour of every day.
21. the bats scuttling in the attic, not having made it again into the living space.
22. water on night-parched lips.
23. soft feel of blanket on cool skin.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Finding Joy in ThanksGiving
Words are not beautiful when I write them. I don't sound as eloquent or as heartfelt as some, but I know that God has me doing this...writing it...writing that for which I am thankful. I always have, I mean, kept a thankfulness journal - but not for anyone to see. It has always been a key for me...to know and understand the goodness of God, to see His presence in the details of my life. He is there, in every good thing that happens...in every tear that has spilled from the corners of my eyes...in every giggle that has escaped my lips...He has been and always will be with me. For that I give thanks.
In those lonely, dark years, as we sought to have a child...crying out to Him, begging Him to be real to me, I learned His secret...that secret that enabled my heart to rejoice in the midst of longing...and I thanked Him.
When the news came that our first child would never be held in my aching arms, He engulfed me, drowned me in His love - through His people, His Word, my husband. His breath in my heart was like a warm balm. And I thank Him.
As I listened to the doctor tell me that my oldest was never going to be "normal," that the disease that held him captive would change all of our lives forever...He whispered His peace to my heart. And I thank Him.
When the news came that our fourth child would never breath this side of Heaven, He reached into the inky blackness to remind me He was there. He wrote the child's life. He enabled the barren woman to have a child - four children. And I thanked Him.
As the doctor stood before me, telling me that the two years of allergies for my youngest were not...he suspected something worse, God clutched me to Him, enabling me to breath, enabling me to know He was there. He steadied me, assuring me that this little precious one is perfectly known by Him. And I thank Him.
His fingerprint can be seen in the gut-wrenching heartache, as much as in the inexpressible joy....and I thank Him.
1. I thank Him for the joy of knowing another day.
2. For the cloud's promise of snow.
3. For the smell of a fresh cut Christmas tree.
4. For the laughter of the little one who holds so many hearts.
5. For the desire of the wee one to sit in my lap and snuggle.
6. For the peace of the morning before the sun peeks over the horizon.
7. For the life-giving Water that He meant for me to drink. For the truth of His
Word, washing over me, engulfing me, renewing me again.
8. For the unexpected warm embrace of my man as I am washing dishes.
9. For the pitter-patter of little feet, seeking mama in the middle of the night.
10. For the clean, fresh whiteness of the first winter's snow.
11. For the playful squirrels, nibbling the pumpkin in the backyard...as the kids
squeal with delight.
12. For the laughter of a friend as we remember...remember who we once were
and celebrate who God has grown us up into.
13. For the sparkle of stars in the sky, a reminder of His promise to Abraham,
the hope of Christ and the joy of walking in His presence.
In those lonely, dark years, as we sought to have a child...crying out to Him, begging Him to be real to me, I learned His secret...that secret that enabled my heart to rejoice in the midst of longing...and I thanked Him.
When the news came that our first child would never be held in my aching arms, He engulfed me, drowned me in His love - through His people, His Word, my husband. His breath in my heart was like a warm balm. And I thank Him.
As I listened to the doctor tell me that my oldest was never going to be "normal," that the disease that held him captive would change all of our lives forever...He whispered His peace to my heart. And I thank Him.
When the news came that our fourth child would never breath this side of Heaven, He reached into the inky blackness to remind me He was there. He wrote the child's life. He enabled the barren woman to have a child - four children. And I thanked Him.
As the doctor stood before me, telling me that the two years of allergies for my youngest were not...he suspected something worse, God clutched me to Him, enabling me to breath, enabling me to know He was there. He steadied me, assuring me that this little precious one is perfectly known by Him. And I thank Him.
His fingerprint can be seen in the gut-wrenching heartache, as much as in the inexpressible joy....and I thank Him.
1. I thank Him for the joy of knowing another day.
2. For the cloud's promise of snow.
3. For the smell of a fresh cut Christmas tree.
4. For the laughter of the little one who holds so many hearts.
5. For the desire of the wee one to sit in my lap and snuggle.
6. For the peace of the morning before the sun peeks over the horizon.
7. For the life-giving Water that He meant for me to drink. For the truth of His
Word, washing over me, engulfing me, renewing me again.
8. For the unexpected warm embrace of my man as I am washing dishes.
9. For the pitter-patter of little feet, seeking mama in the middle of the night.
10. For the clean, fresh whiteness of the first winter's snow.
11. For the playful squirrels, nibbling the pumpkin in the backyard...as the kids
squeal with delight.
12. For the laughter of a friend as we remember...remember who we once were
and celebrate who God has grown us up into.
13. For the sparkle of stars in the sky, a reminder of His promise to Abraham,
the hope of Christ and the joy of walking in His presence.
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