God has given me a precious gift that only He could give – in addition to His gift of Jesus.
A few years ago I sought the Lord in my morning prayer time, for help, for an additional reminder to express what I was thankful for each morning so that I wouldn’t let the cares of life take hold of my mind.
In addition to thanking Him for salvation, I routinely thank Him for the abilities that I still have, for my husband, children and family, for our home, fresh water, heat & air conditioning, food and a litany of countless other blessings. I also thank him for the view from my window.
In response, the Lord told me to thank Him for the sparkles. Sparkles?
Yes, sparkles. For perhaps 45 minutes each morning, if it’s not overcast, the sun hits the river in such a way that it looks as if a thousand diamonds are dancing on the surface. It’s so beautiful. Every morning when I see it, I thank God for the sparkles. Even though the view is available to others as well, to me, it feels like it’s His special gift to just me and a reminder to me that He’s here, He cares and He loves me.
To me it’s also a special reminder that there is hope afresh every morning.
Grandma Abigail strongly recommends the book ‘Uninvited: Living Loved When You Feel Less Than, Left Out, and Lonely’ by Lysa TerKeurst.
Lysa TerKeurst is honest and real in what she shares. This book is another valuable tool in women’s journey to healing and wholeness.
Sitting on my deck last summer, I had just asked the Lord for confirmation about some direction I was praying for. The clouds took on a formation that to me, resembled an angel. I don’t know if it was a sign from God or not but I felt at peace afterwards, which is a good indicator.
This week, I have ‘met’ a number of new lovely bloggers. Sweet ladies pouring out words of encouragement and hope to anyone in need. Some of these ladies have garnered great courage and shared stories of past abuse & brokenness, followed by their paths to wholeness and victory. Many share scripture verses. The words of these assorted ladies are issuing trumpets calls stating: “You can make it! Hang in there! Keep putting one foot in front of the other. We’re cheering you on! You can do it! Turn to the One who is the Anchor of your Hope! Simply call out to Jesus.”
So many lovely ladies reaching out, pouring themselves out to benefit others.
The Hands of God reaching out. Indeed, they are lovely angels.
I always enjoy the sounds of family activities in the Cove, especially on holidays. Family-filled golf carts jostled to and fro throughout the community. Folks were on the river enjoying their jet skis and others were swimming and splashing playfully.
Children’s voices as they frolicked in the river and rode their bicycles up and down the road created an echo from long ago and stirred up pleasant memories.
I sat in the shade, alternating my gaze between the views of the water and the breeze rustling through the tree leaves. When I closed my eyes for a moment, the coo of doves nearby joined with the distant voices of the children and evoked my own childhood memories of my family gathered beside a small body of water for a day of fishing and picnicking. Innocence, security, stability, freedom. Nearly 60 years have passed, yet the scene and its essence are firmly established in my memory. For that, I am eternally grateful.
American holidays awaken joyful childhood memories for me – I love the holidays!