thankful

I have been creating every day. Mostly. Some days maybe only a little. But that's not what I want to talk about today.
I want to give thanks.
I've posted this before, but if it ain't broke, don't fix it, and this post works for what I have to say.

That God loves me, deeply, faithfully, unconditionally, eternally. 

That Jesus provided a way for me to be reconciled to God. 

That God is always in control of all things. 

That God allows circumstances in my life to test me, strengthen me, prove me, and purify me. 

That I have been married for 17 years to the man God created me for. 

That I have a brilliant daughter who loves the Lord and is wise beyond her years.

That I have a son who is quick as a whip and sweet and loving. 

That my parents are still alive and married to each other 46 years. That they raised me to know Jesus. That they trusted me and were strict at the same time. That they are still there for me.

For my sister and her family. For my nieces and nephew. That things don't always go my way.

That God doesn't say yes to all my prayers.

For blue skies that take my breath away. 

For mountains that remind me of the Might and Power and Steadfastness of my King. 

For wind that reminds me of the Sweet presence of the Holy Spirit.

For clouds that remind me that some day my Jesus will be riding on one of them to come and get me.

For brooks and streams that remind me of the Water that quenches all thirsts.

For rain that reminds me of the mercies of God. 

For thunder that reminds me of the voice of God.


For the word Grace.
For each breath I take. I want God to receive each one as a Praise offering.

For the moon and the stars that remind me how small I am. 

For the steam on my tea that reminds me how fleeting my time on earth. 

For the wonderful, amazing privilege of Prayer.

For my wonderful friends. 

For God's Word. The sharp sword that wounds my flesh and heals my spirit. 
The Word of God. The Word who was in the beginning with God. The Word who became flesh. 

For my health, my sanity, my intelligence, my personality, my failures, my desires and dreams. They are what make me who I am. 

For my house and car and the clothes in my closet. For all of the material blessings that God has shared with me.


For these things and so many more, I give thanks