Thursday, June 18, 2009


Thank You, FATHER, for each breath i will inhale and exhale today—it is only through your inspiration that i am alive this very moment, that this shell will move and dance and paint and type and vacuum and eat and taste and enjoy all that You will bless me with this very day.

Thank You, ABBA, for Your peace that resides in me today—it surpasses all understanding because i am indeed sheltered beneath Your wings, the way a mother hen shelters her chicks—literally, under her feathered armpits--in the midst of downpours and stormy trials.

Thank You, Beloved GOOD SHEPHERD, for finding this lost soul--bringing me into Your fold, healing my self-inflicted wounds from prodigal wandering in the Wilderness, making me to lie down in green pastures and leading me to still waters, filling my cup ‘til it overflows.

Thank You, Dearest COMFORTER, for Your infinitely tender embrace—so immediately available when i tearfully call out to you in need, so graciously abundant in patience and gentleness, so palpably real that it’s almost tactile.

Thank You, DADDY, for feeding my mouth with good things so that my youth is renewed like the eagle’s—for the mangoes and chocolates and ice cream and bagels; for Your Word that nourishes my spirit and renews my mind and teaches me The Way; for the multitude of blessings You gift me each day, packaged in a myriad of boxes and colors (brightly-wrapped-beribboned-pleasing-to-my-eye presents; black-boxed-painful-stressful-get-it-out-of-my-sight surprises; brown-bagged-ordinary-looking-easily-overlooked miracles).

Thank You, JESUS, for my most precious gift of all—Your Cross. And what else can i say? What can i do? But thank You with my own life. But give You back all that i am—for all that i am today, i owe to You. All i am, all i have is Yours.

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