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 6^th 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.”