Friday, November 25, 2011


There’s beauty in this season
While shedding of the old,
Leaves drift down upon the earth
In yellow, red, and gold.

They knit a leafy blanket
To warm the ground below,
Dressed in autumn’s sweater
Before the falling snow. 

The animals now scurry
To find a place to rest,
Snuggled in the hollows
Against the earth’s warm breast.

We who watch in silence
Can learn a thing or two,
As God tucks in creation
To rest till winters through.

There are times He says to wait
And He’ll renew our strength.
Sometimes it’s for a season
He knows the perfect length.

But when the time is over,
Just like the budding trees.
We’ll mount with wings like eagles
And dance upon the breeze.

We’ll run and not grow weary,
Our strength renewed by God.
And once again we’ll briskly walk
Upon the fresh new sod.

“But those who wait on the LORD
Shall renew their strength;
They shall mount up with wings like eagles,
They shall run and not be weary,
They shall walk and not faint.”  Isaiah 40:31 NKJ

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Thank You!

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above,
and comes down from the Father of lights,
with whom there is no variation
or shadow of turning.
James 1:17 NKJ

The month of November always reminds me to count my blessings. With Thanksgiving just around the corner my thoughts are drawn to the many reasons to be thankful for a life filled with goodness. From the moment my eyes open in the morning, until they close again at night, everywhere I look I see an abundance of grace poured out from the hand of a loving and gracious Heavenly Father.

Every single day He has touched with His abundant mercy. Yes, even the worst day, He was there with His compassion and comfort. In the darkness He became the light, in the rain He sent a rainbow. When I felt dry, He poured for me a spring of living water, and when my soul was hungry - fed me with the Bread of Life. He gave me seeds to plant and flowers of every color to pick, a home with children to love and people to serve, filled the open spaces with birds and butterflies, green pastures, and oak trees. He put a song in my heart and a poem in my pen.

When I lift up my eyes I see blue sky and cotton white clouds floating past the bright sun by day, and in the night I see the twinkling stars. All these things and more are gifts to me as sure as if they were wrapped and tied with a bow. I am overwhelmed with His generosity. All I possess came from Him. Words seem too small an offering to lay before One so loving and kind, yet words of thanksgiving should never cease to flow from the storehouse of a thankful heart. It is the only gift we can give back to Him.