“…And let your living spill over into thanksgiving.” Col. 2:6
This past summer, with video camera in hand, I stopped Rhema mid-sprint:
“Say, ‘thank you!’” I said, as animated as I could.
It took many prompts, and the sounds did not always come out right.
She indulged me, kept trying to repeat the sounds and eventually she got it. “Tank ew!” She hunched her shoulders and took off.
I wanted her to say thank you to the many people who prayed for us and sent cards and packages to her while her father was deployed. Even though she did not necessarily understand the context, in her own Rhema way, she has a grateful heart. (And I’ve never seen a child enjoy a gift the way she does.)
But sometimes it’s hard to say thank you.
Even as there is so much to be thankful for,
There are still things we wish were different.
But this year, every morning, we’ve received great gifts of mercy
Charles Spurgeon wrote,
His mercy is so great that it forgives great sins to great sinners, after great lengths of time, and then gives great favours and great privileges, and raises us up to great enjoyments in the great heaven of the great God.
This mercy is a cordial to your drooping spirits; a golden ointment to your bleeding wounds; a heavenly bandage to your broken bones; a royal chariot for your weary feet; a bosom of love for your trembling heart.
We may not understand all the whys and the hows
The essential part,
the ABCs of our words, phrases, sentences, pages of life is Him
In our hearts, in our offering anyway,
now we say, Thank you.