How can I be thankful when there's so much to do?
How can I be thankful when my anxieties are through the roof?
How can I be thankful when it feels so hard to breathe
Filled with disappointments, discouragement, and defeat? . . .
Dear Heavenly Father, many of us are suffering, especially mentally. This year has been a beast and a burden almost too much to bear. But Lord, with Your help, we can rise from this. We can do all things through Your strength.
Naptime is my favorite part of the day. I closed my eyes. I dreamed I was walking with Jesus.
As we walked hand-in-hand through a meadow, the tall grasses taller than me, made it impossible to see where we were going.
Tears cascaded down my cheeks when Jesus let go of my hand. I didn’t understand why He was leaving me. Until I realized what He was doing.
Surely the darkness cannot surround me. I am a daughter of the Most High King. The One who is LIGHT!
In Him is no darkness at all. That means NO darkness, NO evil, NO sin. None. Period.
Can you even fathom this? THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD lives in us when we have accepted Jesus Christ as our Savior.
There are days when I feel like the darkness is overwhelming me. Usually these are days I am not praying or reading my Bible. But also, I’m allowing my thoughts to go places they shouldn’t. It is easy to do.
Dear Lord, I’m asking for a fresh presence of You in our lives. When we abide in You, and You in us, we can ask anything in Your name, and You will give it (John 15:7). And since we have been crucified with Christ, and Christ lives in us, we can live by faith that You will sustain us and deliver us from anything that is trying to prevail against us.
My refrain this week has been, Revive Us Again. Heavenly Father, revive our hearts.
Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever. 1 Chronicles 16:34
I’ve been working on my new poetry book, Gatherings of a Grateful Heart. For five years I have been writing a poem a day during the month of November. I call it “30 Days of Thanksgiving”. Each day is a poem about thanksgiving in some way. Sometimes it is not as evident in the words where the thanksgiving is, but it is there.
This week, I cannot seem to pick just one poem to share. Here’s a sample of six of the poems in my book.
I hope they encourage you and help you find ways to give thanks to the Lord this week.
I LOVE how the Psalmist encourages us to go to God in our times of distress. This afternoon I pulled out my iPad, opened the Bible app, searching for something to give me a little light. A little hope.
Ever have God touch the Bible for you and open it just where you need it? Oh how sweet His grace was as He said, “Open to Psalm 42.”
“Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.”
Did you see it too?
I stood up against my car in the carport, eyes closed, listening to the rain as it came down in a soft, gentle lullaby.
Delightful and refreshing, I found peace within my soul.
I recently read, if we stand outside for 20 minutes (or longer), it lowers blood pressure, relaxes the body, and brings calm.
Well, I don’t know about hot, sticky summer days. But this sudden rain shower sure did refresh my spirit.
Tears streamed down Marcell’s face as taunts echoed through her mind. Sticks and stones do break bones but … words, WORDS … oh how they CAN hurt! Sure, she had the wherewithal to look at the mockers and tell them “four eyes are better than two” and laugh right along with them. But in private, those words hurt.
Marcell kept staring at those glasses and the anger built up until she threw them down as hard as she could. As they tumbled to the ground, they broke. Clean through, right down the middle.
Marcell’s heart felt just as broken that day.