“He alone is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I will not be shaken. My salvation and glory depend on God, my strong rock. My refuge is in God.” Psalms 62:6-7 HCSB
Good morn, ThankfulOne.
Space. Perhaps one of the finest gifts offered by celebrating Thanksgiving is that it opens a space for gatherings of family, of friends, of co workers. In thoughtfulness we also open space where we savor gratitude, reflect, and allow the fullness of life’s cycles to set:
our milestones,
our days,
our joys.
For a moment, in entering into the space of gratitude our soul leaves to watch our story from under the root of an old creek tree.
Mesmerized by what it sees.
Transformed by the shifts.
Gratitude turns what we have into enough, and more.
It turns running away into, ‘I made through that dark-deep, and it didn’t kill me’.
(Living, He loved me, dying He saved me.)
It turns, unbearable weight- ‘I thought I was suffocating without them’ into, ‘this is the air I’ll breathe, in perfect portion, Holy, Holy, Holy, from the very breath of God himself’.
Gratitude changes the light on problems, so unexpected fractals begin to sparkle and open new doorways of the soul. And, as one door opens, another begs to be explored.
And, another.
And, another.
(My hope is built on nothing less…).
Mistakes become important events … necessary places – must leap or die cliff-edges.
(Love lifted me).
The unexpected rainstorm of brewing problems become a perfect rinsing.
(Nothing but the blood of Jesus).
Gratitude works.
The shift brings peace for the moment, and lays down the dirt road of fresh vision for the Almighty’s plan for our tomorrow. (I know Whom, I have believed).
Wake up.
Find space. Notice the dirt road.
Go.
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