Monday, April 14, 2014

I Just Want to Say . . . .


Jesus,
Thank you. Thank you for the blessings that I can touch with my hands – My kids’ dirty hands and strong shoulders, my car that runs. Thank for the blessings that I can hear with my ears – my husbands’ voice reading the Holy Word to our family, the glad voices singing at our church. Thank you for the blessings that I can see – my mother and father now called Nana and Poppa with their streaks of silver hair, laughing and playing with their grandkids. I thank you for the blessings that I can smell – the sweaty 6th graders after they come into my classroom from playing outside, the dirty socks in my laundry basket, reminding me of all the extra clothes we are blessed to have. I thank you for the blessings I can taste – the spaghetti from a jar, the homemade beans and cornbread, the cold cereal and sandwiches, even the quick fast food grabbed on the go – all provided by You. Everything I have, I have because of You, my Savior, my Lord, my Provider, my King . . . . . and I just want to say, “Thank you.”

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