O give thanks unto the Lord; for he is good: because his mercy endureth for ever.
It’s 32 degrees and rainy. What was once downy snow is now treacherous ice. Husband made it safely to the train and the office; cleared my car, delivered my keys with a kiss and a prayer before he left. Children tucked warmly into classrooms, it’s just me, the dog, the park, and you Lord.
|it’s just me, the dog, the park, and you Lord.|
TWEET SOME WARMTH
Thank You for discernment, guiding me to walk on grass and not along the sidewalks. It’s early, and I could complain of homeowners too careless to clear their paths, or I can appreciate the “crunch crunch” of thin ice cracking beneath my booted feet. My own walkway is not yet clear. Keep us all warm and safe, Lord, and inside as schedules permit. The temperature will rise and the ice will melt. All shall be well.
Thank You for a canine confidante sufficiently well trained to not drag me to my knees (or worse). Thank You for companionable worship, him sniffing and chasing as I recite Psalms of praise and thanks. Thank You that I can appreciate his need for exercise and relief without resentment AND enjoy my time in the icy landscape. Thank You for chilly cheeks that will warm in a cozy home. Thank You for gloves, scarves, and hats, high boots and long coats. Snowflakes on dreadlocs; there is really never a bad hair day.
Thank You that I can, and I did, and that You walked beside me. Thank You for experiences that brought me to my knees so that I might confess that I wasn’t regularly there long enough. Thank You for guiding me to praise You on an icy morning in the park, with my dog, finding beauty within and without. I have so much warmth that I almost didn’t notice the weather. Well, I didn't mind it.
Thank You that You love me, just where I am. May I learn to be in continual praise because you are so good.