So Thankful!

Finally, a Thanksgiving post!

Life is keeping me hopping!!

Phil.4:4-7

Rejoice in the Lord always: and again I say, Rejoice.

5 Let your moderation be known unto all men. The Lord is at hand.

6 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication 

with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.

7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, 

shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

Psalm 107:15,21,31

Let them give thanks to the Lord for his unfailing love

and his wonderful deeds for mankind.

A Few Thankfulness collages

Family

Food

Flowers

Fall...

We thank You God, for Your love story nothing can erase

Your un-surpassing goodness, glory, faithfulness and grace

We thank you for the masterpieces of sky, sea and sod

Where wonder never ceases as You keep us humbly awed

We thank you for the beauty of the earth, the broken too

(For, oft it is the brokenness that births true want of you)

We thank you for your healing through the faith that makes us whole

Where hope is not a feeling but the anchor of the soul

We thank you for your promises nothing can nullify

Oh, what a friend we have in Jesus; you hear our heart’s cry

You know our secret struggles of temptation and dismay

In triumph and in troubles You are our Strength and Stay

We thank you for loved ones so dear, some near, some far away

For eyes to see and ears to hear what earth and heavens say

For teachers/preachers to advise, reprove, encourage, edify

Lest, wise in our own eyes we turn Your truth into a lie

We thank you for the lure of back roads off the beaten path

Where pure joy feasts on beauty goading praise where woodlands laugh

For friendly little faces, baby-precious, childhood sweet

For the echo that traces places swept with summer’s feet

We thank you for the way that daybreak’s debut steals the show

So thankful that come-what-so-may, You will not let us go

So thankful that your handiwork unfolds for all to see

Both rich and poor and young and old behold Your majesty

So thankful that each day is new, no two ever the same

So thankful for our work to do, lest sloth puts us to shame

So thankful for the ups and downs to make us more aware

Of gladness in the joy that crowns the sadness-es we bear

So thankful that in Heaven there will be no grief or pain

That when we are forgiven, we suffer nothing in vain

So thankful for a table that groans with Divine Delight

For Self, inept, unable to appease want’s appetite

So thankful for the cornucopia of harvest hymns

For all we learn through letting go that holding always brings

For holes we fill with happiness too delicate to clench

For nature’s seasoned friendliness no season can quite quench

So thankful for the simple things we dare not overlook

Small hands that make us feel as rich as kings, for a good book

For cups of milk or tea, for hugs so warm and wee, oh my

To melt our hearts and make life sweet as honeysuckle sigh

For supper-soup, and twilight strolls; for season tides we brave

Where goldenrod and aster tolls in countdowns to fall’s grave

Where roguish winds romance and winnow more than leaf from tree

Where we, not mere creatures of chance cradle eternity

Where, by the grace of God we need not grieve death’s grievous pall

If we receive (if we believe) what Christ achieved for all

The pardon for our sins; a gift so that no one can boast

The victory repentance wins through Mercy’s uttermost

We thank you for your Word, undeterred from age unto age

For how spirits are stirred as You speak from its ancient page

Your Word is our defense in a world rife with ruthless change

We thank-you for Your Presence that no power can estrange

We thank You that it is enough, Your love forevermore

That no amount of stuff can grant what we are searching for

Where each new day is like a love letter, fresh from Your hand

Where nothing could be better than whatever you command

With renewed gratitude we count our blessings, humbly awed

Dumbfoundedly confessing ‘there is no one like You, God’

Ah, You are so much more than pen can pour to poetry

With reverence we touch the hemline of Your Majesty

© Janet Martin