One of my favorite verses from Scripture is Psalm 50:23 NIV:
“He who sacrifices thank offerings honors me, and he prepares the way that I may show him the salvation of God.”
I may not feel like saying thanks, of offering my thank offerings, but if I am willing to make that my sacrifice to God, He will honor me. Giving that sacrifice of thanks makes me more aware of the blessings He has given me, which are many. It brings an awareness that I can trust Him, and patience to wait for Him.
More than once when I have done that, I find peace and joy way ahead of the answer to my prayer.
I am amazed at how fast summer has gone. It isn’t gone quite yet, but as I watch the preparations of my grandchildren to prepare for school, I know the year is progressing far too fast. I think my sister was right when she said awhile back, “Do you suppose if time keeps going this fast that we will have two Christmases in a year?”
I am thankful that God has given us seasons. The changes in the weather remind me of His promise after the flood: “As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, summer and winter, day and night will never cease” (Genesis 9:22).
I once asked my 90-year-old Mama what attracted her to Daddy when she first met him. “His curly red hair and his cute grin. I was so mad at the Navy when they cut off all those gorgeous red curls.” When he passed away at 76, he still had that cute grin, but his hair was white. Mama still loved him, even without the gorgeous red curls.
Summer is just what I want after a cold winter and spring. Finally it is here. But if I had lovely days all the time, would I be grateful all the time? My human nature wants to find something to complain about. So when the days turn blustery and wet when I hoped for a dry warm day, I pray that God would help me to have a thankful heart for the many blessings He has bestowed!
A tiny crocheted guinea pig no bigger than my cell phone (not a smart phone, just a simple cell phone) now lives at my grandson’s house. He is nine. He has so many stuffed animals on his bed that I asked him where he slept. He assured me there was room for him. What does he want for his birthday–next September? Already he has decided. A crocheted monkey.
I am meant to cast the shadow of the one who created me. So often I do not. Often, I think the sun shines on me so I can be the one who is the most important. But the true meaning and joy of living comes when I realize that the shadow people see as God’s light shines on me is His shadow–the One who created and loves me, the Jesus whose birth we celebrate!
Thanksgiving Day is over, but thanksgiving never should be. I posted this picture of Christmas in lights to remind us: the most wonderful reason to be thankful is that God Himself came down to earth and took on human form. Because of Jesus coming to earth, suffering, and dying, we have access to God through Him. That is the greatest reason to give thanks that I can ever think of!
A story of life
A story of death
A story of earth
A story of heaven
A story of hope
A story of life
God’s story to us
The story of Jesus
And so we end a day with the special memory of the Terrorists’ attack on our country on September 11, 2001, It was an event that never fades from the memory of those who lived through that day. As I remember, I pray for God’s grace to protect our country and draw us back to Him.
“God Bless America by Irving Berlin”
“God Bless America, land that I love.
Stand beside her and guide her
Through the night with a light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans white with foam.
God Bless America, my home sweet home.
God Bless America, my home sweet home.”