March 21 Thanksgiving Thursday
Normally, when confronted with a week that has held the sorrows this one has, I want to curl up in a ball and lament the tragedy I encounter. This week was different, as I have been prompted in my spirit to simply trust and give thanks. These thanksgivings have been different in the offering. I do not deny the reality of this present and evil age. I trust that the life Christ lives in me envelops and transcends the circumstances I am walking through. These thanksgivings are a sacrifice and an offering, and a necessary reminder of the One who makes a way.
I am thankful for the inherent dignity our Father has granted us
Pleasantly overwhelmed at the depth and breadth of His Word
Surprised and appreciative that I am surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses
Lifting my hands in praise for the gentle and sweet ways of the Shepherd with His beloved sheep
Gratefully awed at the richness of abundant life inherited in Christ
Rejoicing for friends who go out of their way to show love
Humbly thanking the Father for the strong family He has created and knitted together
So very glad for authors who take the time to put their thoughts together and publish them for the benefit of others
Amazed and gratified at the simple and childlike means my Father uses to get my attention and proclaim His love
Completely thankful that I don’t have to have all the answers and yet can know the One who does
A Prayer from Psalm 131
Father, my heart is not proud, lofty or haughty.
My eyes are not raised too high, I don’t look down on others.
I don’t do great things, and I can’t do miracles.
I don’t intrude into matters that are too big for me, or pretend to know it all.
But I am calm and quiet. I have learned to feel safe and satisfied.
I am like a baby with her mother, like a little child in her mother’s arms.
I am at peace, soothed and content, like a baby with her mother.
Put your hope in the Lord and quietly trust Him,
now and forever.
