The day of honor may have come to a close, but the process of honoring, of remembering, of praising never does.
I thank our wonderful God, our precious Lord, for all that He has blessed me with. I sit here in this beautiful new home, so exactly what we need and also so much more, and I think how He died so that I could have it. He died so I could be blessed, loved, live. Jesus gave His blood and breath for my happiness. It doesn't seem fair. I should give that for Him. I want to. I want those chances to show Him that I really do love Him. I really, really am thankful. I pray and ask Him to always guide me with that spirit of gratitude in my heart. The spirit of hope, of confidence, of certainty in His power and adoration.
As we prepare for the praising of the Risen Christ on Easter, I thank Him for His love. I thank Him for entrusting me, who is of no esteem, no value, no worth apart from His love, in the teaching and the raising of two of his precious children. I thank Him for my husband Ed who he has coupled me with to bring about His glory in our family. Joy for us and glory for Him.
Oh Jesus, could I but take your hand, look into your eyes and let you know, heart-to-heart, just what you mean to me. There is no language that can express it. I thank you most of all for needing no words to know that you care. And for needing no words to show you that I am grateful.