A friend is posting on facebook things she is thankful for each day of November, in honor of Thanksgiving. I’m poaching her idea. Thanks, Meg!
The first thing I’m thankful for is my parents. I thank them for life, a good home life, a great family, instilling in me care for all of God’s creatures (mostly the furry ones), teaching me faith in the Lord, and having patience with me … most of the time.
New International Version (NIV)
8 Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him.
I haven’t paid attention to the garden in a few years, except to enjoy it’s delights. It has remained well tended by my nephews and they deliver goodies to the house now and again. This year I went out to see it and the wonder of its beauty – both with my eyes and taste buds. I ended up taking my camera every few weeks. Finally, I was able to take my camera and baskets to enjoy the harvest. It is a remarkable feast and oh so tasty – especially when shared with friends and family.
May you find tasty things to enjoy. May those tastes open up your eyes to see the wonder around you. May you know the joy of a carrot just washed from the garden or a yellow wax bean eaten while you stand next to the plant.
Have you ever heard that phrase, “If God leads you to it, He’ll lead you through it?”
I have, and I find it bunk. Here are my reasons:
The phrase I appreciate, “The Lord didn’t do it, but He’s there to see you through it.”
Which leads me to my most request prayer, “Thy will, not my will. Amen!”
Morale of this story: They might be hard to see, darn near invisible, practically buried under dread, fear, anxiety, or sadness, but the Lord’s Love surrounds you like a cozy and warm blanket on a cold winter’s night. Sometimes it even comes in the form of friends, family, and doctors. No need to blame the Lord for your troubles, If you are in need, please reach out.
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