I am looking at my children. Gleeful smiles and laughter as they take in another meal. Perfect contentment for a moment.
I think of love.
I think of how you can't work for it, change your angle,
You can't earn God's love. You can only turn towards God's love.
The boys are grinning as the baby spreads spaghetti sauce all over his cheek with his hand.
Salvation is a gift. The preachers say it often. Not just a gift, the gift.
The gift of one wrapped in God taking on skin, laying his bare love out for the world, arms spread out wide. It's similar to tree branches reaching out and up to the sky.
The baby is smiling as everyone around the table laughs at sauce on the face. A small gift for me, to see them all smiling and getting along, enjoying each other's presence and in His presence.
I am not always thankful. I know joy lies in murmuring thanks to God for the smallest of graces. In this case, a smiling spaghetti sauce face.
Being thankful is much like doing laundry - you just keep beginning again. This habit of thanksgiving, of turning toward Him, is the one habit to wear for a lifetime.
There is only one gift - the ocean of Christ with the constant waves washing over us. He is the gift, the bridge, our joy.
Happiness is not receiving something but being given to Someone. Communion with God is always possible. I can turn toward him, being thankful.
My reality and reality for anyone who believes is this: We are 100% saved, redeemed, accepted, carried, cared for, watched over, provided for, comforted, loved. Christ is just sort of for us, He is 100% for us. Our reality is we are 100% safe in Him.
The baby isn't smiling now. The moment has passed.
I am thankful for this moment and the many other moments that bring joy. I can't earn his love, I can just turn towards his love in those moments, those small gifts.
I think of love.
I think of how you can't work for it, change your angle,
You can't earn God's love. You can only turn towards God's love.
The boys are grinning as the baby spreads spaghetti sauce all over his cheek with his hand.
Salvation is a gift. The preachers say it often. Not just a gift, the gift.
The gift of one wrapped in God taking on skin, laying his bare love out for the world, arms spread out wide. It's similar to tree branches reaching out and up to the sky.
The baby is smiling as everyone around the table laughs at sauce on the face. A small gift for me, to see them all smiling and getting along, enjoying each other's presence and in His presence.
I am not always thankful. I know joy lies in murmuring thanks to God for the smallest of graces. In this case, a smiling spaghetti sauce face.
Being thankful is much like doing laundry - you just keep beginning again. This habit of thanksgiving, of turning toward Him, is the one habit to wear for a lifetime.
There is only one gift - the ocean of Christ with the constant waves washing over us. He is the gift, the bridge, our joy.
Happiness is not receiving something but being given to Someone. Communion with God is always possible. I can turn toward him, being thankful.
My reality and reality for anyone who believes is this: We are 100% saved, redeemed, accepted, carried, cared for, watched over, provided for, comforted, loved. Christ is just sort of for us, He is 100% for us. Our reality is we are 100% safe in Him.
The baby isn't smiling now. The moment has passed.
I am thankful for this moment and the many other moments that bring joy. I can't earn his love, I can just turn towards his love in those moments, those small gifts.
I will bless the Lord at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth. - Psalm 34:1
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