83 and counting...

It is as if I can almost taste the transformation possible through this practice of giving thanks, but my practice is too far and few between. I want it to become a lifestyle to me - as necessary as breathing.

But I am not a good habit former - it is difficult for me to daily connect-the-dots that make a new habit. But I guess that is why the Lord tells us that His grace is sufficient for us - His power made perfect in our weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9).

Lord I ask You for Your grace to enable me to be consistent.

83. the light beauty of a butterfly

84. the growing man-strength of a 7 year old - to carry groceries, to help a brother, ...

85. the silver whiteness of the moon

86. the bright eyes of a child who has done well at something

87. running water in my house

88. a peaceful place to live

89. a faithful husband

90. fun had on Adventure Friday

91. deep words

92. books

93. a glimpse of kindness and then reciprocation

94. other people's good ideas

95. Your goodness which wraps around me . . . Thank You.

Another Monday

73. a waking glimpse of blue sky and sunshine

74. mist draped hills - beauty surrounding us

75. a roof that keeps out the rain

76. sweet words from my sleepy boy

77. hearing S reading aloud and enjoying it

78. a soft bed

79. sleep - the restfulness of closing my eyes

80. meeting a new friend, who has the mark of a kindred heart about her

81. the caress of a gentle wind - reminding me that Your Spirit is all around me

82. This day...

Yes, this day - whatever it may hold is a gift from You, Father. Thank You.

Please help me to abide in You this day.

To draw from no other source but You.

Please gently remind me when my heart goes elsewhere.

Help me to be ready... with joyful gratitude.

A weary heart

This is one of those days where I feel weary.

Heart-weary of the multitudinous demands on this dusty frame.

Self-weary of the 'old' nature that broadcasts how far I am from who I want to be.

Ear-weary of the noise level created by three boys.

But Jesus says, "Come to Me all you who are weary and I will give you rest."

He speaks to me in my weariness - in precious particular ways.

He is my strength - the joy of the Lord is my strength. (Neh. 8:10) He knows the weariness of serving, for He came to serve.

My old nature can drive me to the arms of my precious Saviour, my Redeemer.

I can turn in gratitude to my Father who has blessed me with these three healthy, lively boys of His.

He will meet my needs - abundantly, when I come to Him.

Thank You, Lord.

If you want to share how our Lord meets you and speaks to you in your weariness,

I'd love to hear.