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A Psalm of Thanksgiving

It was a lovely surprise.

I opened my Bible and read:

“A Psalm of Thanksgiving”

Sometimes the Word speaks best for itself.

With that in mind, here it is.

Happy Thanksgiving!

“Make a joyful shout to the Lord , all you lands!

Serve the Lord with gladness; Come before His presence with singing.

Know that the Lord , He is God;

It is He who has made us, and not we ourselves;

We are His people and the sheep of His pasture.

Enter into His gates with thanksgiving,

And into His courts with praise.

Be thankful to Him, and bless His name.

For the Lord is good;

His mercy is everlasting,

And His truth endures to all generations.”

Psalms 100:1‭-‬5 NKJV

Thankful praise

It’s meant to be as natural as our breath.

Gratitude should be as common as inhaling and exhaling.

But our flesh rankles against such.

Our pain stings us into discontent.

Therefore with purpose and persistence one can gain the art of gratitude.

Thankful daily praise.

Psalm 7:17 NKJV “I will praise the LORD according to his righteousness: and will sing praise to the name of the LORD most high.”

Even in the names of God we can find praise.

“And He said, ‘Abba, Father, all things are possible for You. Take this cup away from Me; nevertheless, not what I will, but what You will.'” Mark 14:36 NKJV

Here we see Jesus using the name Abba.

This is a partial quote from Easton Bible Dictionary from the Blue Letter Bible App.

This Syriac or Chaldee word is found three times in the New Testament, and in each case is followed by its Greek equivalent, which is translated “father.” It is a term expressing warm affection and filial confidence.

We can thank God for being a Father to us.

In Exodus we gain another point of gratitude.

And God said to Moses, “I AM WHO I AM.” And He said, “Thus you shall say to the children of Israel, ‘I AM has sent me to you.’ ”
Exodus 3:14 NKJV

The very security of Who God is shall always be worthy of our praise.

And this is only the beginning.

Psalm 19:1 KJV — To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.

Let us join with the host of heaven and declare the glory of God.

Let our hearts be lifted in worship.

Let our words be praise and thanksgiving to God Most High.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for being worthy of all our praise. Please help gratitude and thankfulness to become as common as breathing. Lord Jesus, let it replace fear and stress and worry. Thank You for all You have done, all You are doing and all You will do. May my heart ever praise You!

Thankful for my asthma

Here we are!

At track.

Our good friend stood on Bell’s blocks for her.

Both meets he’s done it for the 400.

Bell likes me to be at the finish line and Daddy at the second corner, so it was great to have another to weight down her blocks.

And God really blessed her.

She was sick yesterday, but was still able to win both the 400 and the 200.

I was blessed to see her give it her all even though she was feeling awful.

The day held special blessings for our girl.

Even an enormous answer for Bell and our prayers for direction.

The biggest surprise was what happened between races.

Bell and I were standing near the 200 start line.

I had been helping her stretch out and the 800 girls went by.

We watched although none were familiar.

The main group passed and we casually discussed the runners and their individual techniques.

When another runner came up.

She was way behind and obviously in pain.

Instantly, Bell shouted encouragement.

We watched her pass the first corner and then collapse into the grass on the second.

Bell ran over to her and I watched and prayed.

People were busy about the girl and it didn’t take but a few moments for two people on her team to sprint away toward the bleachers.

It was scary to watch, but I knew the Lord was there.

Eventually things seemed to improve and she was helped up and left.

Bell walked back over.

“What was it? Is she going to be alright?”

“Yeah, it was an asthma attack. But I was able to help her get calmed down and to stop panicking. Cause, you know, it doesn’t help anything. They got her inhaler and she’s going to be fine.”

“Oh, wow!”

“Yeah, she kept saying she didn’t finish and I offered to walk her down the track so she could but she decided not to.”

And that was all.

Bell was sad for her.

I could tell she felt for the other runner.

Since Bell was running again soon our attention went back to duties.

Yet upon reflection I found myself choked up.

Bell knew exactly what to do and what was happening with the runner because of my asthma.

I didn’t realize when we walked into the meet I’d be thankful for my asthma.

Yet, I am.

God used our struggles to help someone else.

Which is so very much

Who He is.

What the enemy means for evil,

God uses for good.

Jesus has used it in so many ways.

He has taught us to focus on what really is eternal.

He has used it to bind us closer together.

And yesterday He helped a girl we don’t even know.

But Jesus knows her and I feel so thankful He choose to use our Bell to help her.

And in it all we can glorify the Father.

What an amazing God

He is.

4 good days

It’s been so nice!

From Tuesday through Friday I’ve felt much better.

Better than I have in months.

I said to Bell,

“Get ready! I’m feeling so much better and-”

She cut me off.

“I know Mom, when you feel like getting more done you expect it from everyone!”

She was smiling.

“It’s so nice to see you feeling better!”

And I did get more done.

I helped with school work.

Jase and I were able to get his binder done in record time.

I’ve done laundry.

I’ve cooked.

I went shopping.

I cleaned house.

Visited friends.

Jase even had a friend over.

It was lovely.

And through it all I was so eager.

“When I’m completely well I can…”

“If I keep feeling this much better I want to…”

“Wow, things are worse off around here than I thought, if I’m able to…”


All that and more was racing through my brain.

But the theme which kept creeping back in was finally getting back to being the Mom I want to be.

And when I woke Saturday I thought it would be another “good day”.

And it was,

but not because I felt good.

I didn’t.

All day I struggled.

I knew early on God wanted me to simply rest.

It wasn’t easy, but I was able to put aside my desires and do very little.

One part of the day is a treasure.

I was in bed, too tired to get up.

I called Jase in.

He grabbed his iPad and climbed up next to me.

He played a video game and talked while I crocheted.

It was fun.

When my hubby and the girls got home they were a bit disappointed by my inability.

(No more than myself.)

Yet, bless them, they just rolled with it.

Today, is another rest day.

Infact, I’m not going to make it to church again.

And I’m disappointed.

But no matter how I feel I don’t want to lose the joy and thankfulness of living.

I try to make it a habit of thanking God first thing, before I do anything.

And as my day rolls on being thankful for all that comes.

I know the dangers of allowing emotions to drive my attitude.

Circumstances should never be what characterizes my day or outlook or value.

Jesus loves me.

And that makes every day a good day!

Jesus died for me.

And that means every day belongs to Him.

Jesus is always good.

And that makes every detail of my life a chance to praise Him even if I don’t feel it.

I don’t have to understand

It’s slow.

And some days it seems to be missing.

But learning to be thankful is what is healing me.

No, it doesn’t always make me breathe.

It’s healing my soul.

It’s wiping away worry.

It’s cleaning out fear.

It’s uprooting disappointment.


It’s teaching me,

I don’t have to understand.

I can choose to praise God, to thank Him




Perfect example was this week.

I just felt I should get on Craigslist.

That’s an uncommon thing for me.

So I’m trying to figure out what to look for.

Type furniture.

So, I do and my idea is I’m looking for a new bathroom vanity.

On top of everything else, ours needs to be replaced.

I look at all kinds of stuff.

Kind of wondering why I’m doing it, but God said…

A picture of a hutch catches my eye.

I’ve not had a hutch in 10 years, but I love them.

I scroll through the pictures.


It’s everything I’d want…

But I don’t have room for a hutch.

You do in your bedroom.


I could get rid of my bookcases (which are a major chore to keep dust free) and store me books in the hutch!

“Great idea Lord!”


Maybe this is just my own desires…

What if I’m just wasting our money on my wants…

What if…


“Lord, help me to know that this is Your will and not just me.”

What did David do?

The Bible story about David’s zeal to build a house for God came to mind.

God forbid David from building it because he was a man of war.

But that didn’t keep David from showing God how much he loved Him and how dedicated he was to God having a temple.

David began gathering things which would be used to build the temple.

And in that Bible story I found my answer.

“Thank You, Lord. I’m certain the hutch is going to help me keep up our room tidy and clean and beautiful. I’m sorry I was afraid.”

I still have no idea what we are going to do with our house.

But my room can be a place of rest and beauty.

A space where I spend a lot of time anyway.

And maybe, just maybe preparing my room to be clean and beautiful will in a small way prepare for future things.

I don’t have to understand why.

I can just praise God and today I’m thankful for the beautiful hutch sitting in my room.