As I walk along a beach covered in the visible footprints of today, and in the hidden footprints of many yesterdays and tomorrows – I praise and thank You, O Lord, for directing my steps into the footprints of those who walk in Your ways, and I praise and thank You, O Lord, for leading in Your ways those whose footprints I walk in. Amen.
Show me your ways, O LORD, teach me your paths.
Teach me your way, O LORD, that I may walk in your truth; unite my heart to fear your name.
On New Year’s Eve we had dinner with our family. I love going around the table and giving everyone a chance to give thanks for something from the year.
As always when it was my turn, my eyes welled up with tears, my throat became tight and my sweet girls lovingly said, “There she goes again… Mommy’s going to cry.” We all started laughing and as I was wiping away my tears and getting ready to speak, my sweet husband quietly spoke and said, “Sarah is thankful for the wind as it blows through the trees, a leaf that falls in her path, a bird that soars past our kitchen window, a caterpillar she finds in the backyard… she is thankful for everything.”
Sweet Lord, I love the little reminders You place in our paths. My sweet love truly sees me more than I realize and in that moment I felt so deeply understood and loved. Oh my Lord… I am so blessed that he is mine, I am his and we are Yours!
Thank You, thank You, thank You… in every moment and in everything – Thank You sweet Jesus!
In the last few years I have begun to develop an appreciation and love for visual art. I was walking through a museum a few years ago when a light bulb suddenly went off in my head as I realized what billions before me already knew… each painting represented a moment in the life of a soul. That day I saw that some had shared a moment of their pain, others had shared a moment of their joy, some shared a moment of their fear, and at least one had shared a moment of deep understanding, a moment when that soul dove into the infinity of their present moment and then translated it onto a canvas.
I cried that day as I walked through the museum feeling humbled and amazed by so many souls laid bare before me.
Tonight as I was reading the book Crazy Love by Francis Chan, he wrote about God’s art throughout creation and interestingly enough I read about this a few weeks ago in Romans during a bible study. Oh Lord please forgive my inability to quickly grasp what You are trying to tell me… tonight I think Your message finally broke through.
God has bared His soul before us… and oh how AMAZING it is!!!
What more is there to say other than – Thank You, thank You, thank You for the Grace to truly see Your Art, Your Heart, Your Soul!
Isn’t it interesting that in english the correct response to Thank you is You are welcome? You are gladly received or willingly permitted, admitted, accepted. Where did this originate? Perhaps a language expert could enlighten us on the true historical details of where this response originated from, but what if we let our imaginations roam for a bit?
Perhaps long ago there was a person or a group of people who truly passed on every Thank you they received to God knowing that anything they had done to deserve the gift of gratitude was from God, so in turn their response to Thank you changed from It was nothing or No problem and became You are welcome as an inspired message from God to communicate with others and let them know that they too were welcome in His Kingdom.
As I stretch my imagination to make this up tonight, I hope that my own responses to Thank you in the future will move away from the personally accepting phrases of No problem, It was nothing, and sure, to His inspired message of You are welcome with a prayer that I am nothing more than an instrument of communication.
I was talking with my daughter today, and we started talking about Jesus. As we were talking about why He had to die on the cross she answered the question with ease and simplicity by saying, “If He didn’t die on the cross, we wouldn’t have God, because we would still be separated from Him.”
We don’t take our children to church, we don’t send them to bible studies or Sunday school, and despite our failures, He speaks with our children loud and clear and WOW do they listen… I am awe of how He has opened their ears, their eyes and given them such a deep understanding greatly surpassing mine.
Thank You, Thank You, Thank You sweet Lord… there is nothing else to say but Thank You!
I tell you, on the day of judgement people will give account for every careless word they speak.
– Matthew 12:36
Yikes… does this make anyone else nervous? I read this verse today with more attention than ever before, and I thought to myself, “After every other word out of my mouth should be “forgive me”, “I am sorry”, or “thank You”.”
Please pray for me, at the moment I am spiraling down a tunnel of annoyance at almost everything and my patient husband has to listen to a long list of things that annoyed me throughout the day most nights (I am pretty sure that I am annoying him). This is not my usual state of mind, I don’t like it, and I am sure I have spoken many careless, thoughtless, and inconsiderate words while stuck in the muck of my annoyance.
Thank You sweet Lord, thank you sweet friends and please forgive me.
A father will always forgive a son!
This is why Jesus had to literally bear our sins for each sin to be forgiven. His Father forgave each and every sin only when they became His. If we try to seek forgiveness from the Father without Jesus, the sin remains ours. If we offer it to Jesus, Jesus will accept it as His and the sin will be forgiven by Jesus’ Father because Jesus is His Son and a father will always forgive a son!
Maybe this is why we can only come to the Father through Jesus, through the loving relationship of a father for a son!
He is the way!
Thank You Jesus!
On this night our Lord will pray in the garden of Gethsemane, suffering in agony as He prays to the point of sweating blood.
What was flashing through His mind in those moments? What caused Him such great emotional pain that He physically sweat blood?
Maybe as He knelt there praying, life flashed before His eyes, but instead of seeing His own life, He saw all of our lives flash before His eyes. Our lives became His as He lived each of our lives in His mind, in those moments. He saw every sin each of us has ever committed as His own sin.
He watched Himself committing these grievous, selfish, terrible and sinful acts. God, His Father, watched Him committing these grievous, selfish, terrible, and sinful acts.
He literally, physically, emotionally, and mentally bore our sins, and yes, I believe watching Himself commit our sins made Him sweat blood.
He Himself bore our sins… – Peter 2:24
Oh my Jesus… please forgive us, thank You, please forgive us, thank You, please forgive us, thank You, thank You, thank You…
I know Christmas is coming and we are preparing to celebrate His birth, but over the last few weeks all of my thoughts have been of Him in the garden of Gethsemane, suffering in agony to the point of sweating blood.
What was flashing through His mind in those moments? What could cause such great emotional pain that it transferred into physically sweating blood?
Maybe as He knelt there praying He had a moment of life flashing before His eyes. Instead of seeing His own life, He saw all of our lives flash before His eyes as His life. As He lived each of our lives in His mind, He saw every sin each of us has ever committed, but instead of seeing us He saw Himself committing these grievous, selfish, terrible acts.
He Himself bore our sins… – Peter 2:24
Thank You, forgive me, and I love You seem to be the only prayers that come to mind when I think of His agony.
I love this song! It has been a favorite of mine for a long time. I even composed a very sad version of it on the piano once while visiting my sister. She is so sweet, she saved it and every time I visit I can find it tucked safely away in her piano bench.
This song came on while I was running today and it hit me… every thing is a blessing, the good, the bad, the confusing, the hurtful, the funny… EVERY THING. His fountain is always pouring down on us and it is all good! There are so many times when we don’t understand or believe that it is good and even times when saying something is good will bring anger, frustration and hatred from others, but His ways are mysterious and His plan is big and every move He makes is made with one thing in mind… bringing all of us home!
Whoever coined the phrase, “S’all good”, knew what they were talking about!
S’all good my friends. Have faith through your tears, believe through your pain, and say Thank You for EVERY THING!
Thank You My Love for keeping Your focus on bringing us home, despite our tears.