Giving Out of My Poverty

God is faithful to give to you when you give to him. Giving with a pure heart brought me a great reward, pretty much immediately! God is so good.

 

One Sunday at church, while living in England, as I got ready to get out of my car, I thought to get some money for the offering. I only had 5 pounds on me – the equivalent of about $7.50. I didn’t have much money anyway those days despite that being all I had on me. I was on the verge of moving into a new place and money was tight. I thought I’d just give what I had.

My reality of, “this is really all I have to give” actually hit me, and brought me to a place of humility. I felt like crying. I felt so poor. I had so little. There was some sort of humility to that evening I remembered feeling in my car seeing all that I really had and feeling truly poor for the first time in my life.

My finances at that time had to do in part with the Lord having recently blessed me, having opened up for me a good place to live the last couple of months I’d be living in England. The rent I was to pay was a little over my budget, but I had wanted out of where I was living and was given the opportunity to do so, so I took it gratefully. I was broke.

The offering bag came by. I popped in the 5 pounds I had, and left it at that.

After church ended, Joy, the woman with whom I’d be living, approached me. I can’t remember what was said other than she informed me out of the blue what I found to be the deliberate reward from God for me having given to Him in the offering what I could.

She happened to tell me that she would be taking off 50 pounds off of my rent. “What?”  I was surprised. That was so phenomenal!

I was wowed by what she had just told me. It was like God deliberately just blessing me for what I’d done. I gave God what I could without even the thought of receiving anything in return, and He then blessed me right away in my efforts for what I gave in prompt return giving me back what I needed, a 50 pound reduction in rent. Wow.

It was neat to see Him in action like that. I love how He works, and with such expediency too. It’s amazing.

Remembering that I felt humbled, I feel it was the Holy Spirit upon me somehow showering me with grace to give, a humility-filled heart. I was blessed by my “poorness” that night, as Matthew 5:3 states, and mine was the Kingdom of Heaven.”

God gave me back an immediate 10 fold increase for that month of a blessing on what I had given to Him – over the next three months it would total a 30 fold increase totaling 150 pounds from my meager 5 pound offering. Thank you, Lord, God. That is so awesome.

He allowed Joy to help me too in the process. She could have also had excuses for why she needed the money, too. I found out later that she got the prompting to reduce 50 pounds from my rent while in church that evening, but listening and following through is the key. So glad she did. Thank you, Lord, Thank you, Joy!

Amen.

It’s important to follow through. You never know who you’re going to bless or how you will be blessed if you follow through on an action. It’s good to follow through though because God is trustworthy and He’s always got the best plan for us all.

It shows that when we honor God, He may use others to honor us somehow, too.  Ultimately, it’s all from God though, isn’t it? 🙂 God was letting me know He was honoring me in doing what I could. He was being faithful to my giving.

There is a story in the bible about a widow who gave all that she had to live on – who gave out of her poverty, and, in that, Jesus tells us that she gave more than all those who gave out of there surplus, though theirs was clearly more, financially. This story is recounted in Matthew 12:44.

Being willing and faithful to give what we can is important. Whether it be of money or of time. God will provide the assistance we need. Psalm 23 “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.” We can trust that. He finds a way to give us back what we have given Him. I believe God uses many different circumstances to build our faith in Him too – to find Him working in our lives, to see Him. It’s so delightful to find Him working on our behalf. It is beautiful to see Him here, caring enough to show Himself. I feel like, “Who am I?” But I, like others, am His. I am His beloved daughter. I love that. If we did not know His word, I believe that we would likely have less opportunity to see Him gloriously working in our lives, although I didn’t know that bible verse before about giving out of your poverty before I did that.

I believe that God was developing my relationship with Him more, too, there during that time, clearly. That instance provided an opportunity for God to show me that He is with me, taking care of my needs, helping me through others, and providing for me help in my time of need. I’m reminded too that the poor state of my finances has often allowed me to “see” the “kingdom of heaven” it seems to me. I love that. It makes sense that Jesus said that it is difficult for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven.” I get it. I get to see God’s gifts manifesting to me in so many ways in my need. I love it, still.

Luke 6:38 tells us, to “give, and it will be given to you.” God is our provider, our Jehovah Jireh. He will see us through. We can always give something, even if it’s just a little. God will restore us and may even increase what we have given by 30 fold!!

 

 

 

I thank you so much, Lord, and I love you, and thank you for helping me always, for showing me too through my circumstances that you are here helping me, caring for me and loving me in all that I need.

Thank you.

Halleleuia.

Holly

Finding Joy in the Little Things…like an unexpected plunge in the river for five minutes of unparalled bliss…has helped me realize I need balance

Tonight is the first night I have had to myself in weeks where I am actually doing something that interests me – it happens to be work related, but it is also inspiring. I have found that when things get really bad, as I have felt them recently, but more so of which I am attributing to being so overwhelmed with my job with too many competing responsibilities, I have to look for what I can do to make things better.

Seeking Balance in an Imbalanced Life

Now, this was not my first response today, but I have come to know that is what works best with me. I am responsible for my reality. My response today was that I am ready to move on from education – that it is not fun. What can be such a great topic is burdened by timetables and tests and it’s not fun!

My life has been more of a swarm of activity of these past couple of months – moreso than any other time in my life I believe. There have been a convergence of things going on – prom planning, moving, and science fair – on top of which I am a teacher which itself is a ridiculous amount of responsibility beyond what time is provided in a regular workday.

I have found that when I embrace my responsibilities that I am happier. Maybe this morning, and it has been waxing and waning over this past month plus, I just feel I do not want to do it any more. That it is no fun. That every day is consumed with something – something to do – always something to do – it’s too much right now!

There has literally been no free time except for my weekends which were consumed with moving and which I have been unable to bear as of recent b/c of the burnout from doing that all by myself, as well. There have been 12 hour days almost daily, and for 4 days I travelled last week, and had more “no me time,” but I will say it was easier and better than being in the classroom for awhile. I needed a break, but it was still not enough. Burnout is what I get (understand) now. I’m a worker and always have been, but it’s beyond reasonable, but I have brought on some of it myself by also adding tutoring jobs in the evening on top of everything else I am doing.  At any rate, my day today has been depressing, and I am not a depressive woman. I felt burdened and heavy and edgy. Cranky. Heavy is the best word. Snippy with students too – very stern and mean kind of with shananigans. Got better over the day as I realized my harshness, but my bs meter with certain student behaviors is in the red.

I actually had 40 minutes free tonight between work and tutoring. Normally, I literally come home, brush my teeth and head back out, but because I had about a 3 hour planning period today because my students were testing and my normal period of planning was extended, I got much done for once in a while.  Then, I found out, on my way to tutoring tonight that my tutee had cancelled. I happened to be at a shopping mall so I popped into Home Goods to looks around and left empty-handed but with a couple of options.

I need to do some stuff like apply for a passport – the main thing, taxes, put together my bookshelf, and write/post online, but I opted to eat some ice cream and cookies, instead, to have some coffee, and watch a plant documentary by which I got inspired.

Just having this night to myself without doing anything I have to do has left me inspired and back to feeling like me again. My inspiration has left me not wanting to get out of teaching, but instead employ a new idea, of which I’d also gotten more as I planned for my tutee while I was having my 40 mins of “down time” earlier, but that one was much more elaborate and would not likely happen in a traditional classroom b/c of all the science it involves with testing. Too bad b/c that is what we should be doing!!

So, my life recently has me realizing the importance of taking time for me. My morning time is so important. I had an actual hour this a.m. which felt great, but still left me in a bad mood for some reason – not sure why – maybe just too under it all still! Not normally a time-counter, but the next 7+ weeks will be gladly met my me for my mental and physical well-being. No time for exercise either b/c every night has been occupied and by the time I get home, I eat dinner and go to bed shortly thereafter – bad combo, but that’s where I’ve been. 2 more weeks and prom will be over. Science fair ended last week. Then, just the EOC for the students and it’s easy sailing from there. The weights will all have been lifted and I will have accomplished them all.

Here’s what I’ve found. I don’t like this much responsibility. I am a big fan of responsibility and when I embrace it, it makes me feel good. Recently, however, because it is too much in terms of not being balanced, I’ve been more resentful primarily just with my job because I desire to fulfill my responsibilities well – not just show up, and I feel my teaching is suffering as a result too which I do not  like.

I went out with a friend this weekend for a walk on the beach, church and lunch. We spent most of the day together which was nice. We’d driven past the river at one point and I mentioned my desire to swim in it which hit me as I went to meet her that a.m. When we went to lunch, my desire was still intact. When I left her later that afternoon, she’s called to say she left her food in my car and would I return it to her. Begrudgingly I did, but I said yes. The time factor bothering me. I had been told by her earlier to go swimming in the pool if I wanted to swim – to take five minutes. I didn’t want to swim in the pool. I wanted to swim in the river! She went on to say I didn’t have to take a lot of time, but just rinse off the desire, so to speak and move on about my night. Figured that would not likely happen, but with the time frame, it might.

As I turned around and would drive by this river for a 4th time that day, I thought to just go sit by it for a moment and take time for me. I pulled off on the side of the road, and walked to the water. There were different people who did the same – some were swimming or fishing. I went a got a chair, an uncomfortable chair. I put it back. I got my beach recliner, and that felt wrong immediately. I didn’t want to relax and lay down, I wanted to go swimming…in that river! But who had a suit? It was gorgeous. A nice evening at this point around 5 p.m. The water was glistening which I love, from the sun descending. I decided I was goin in, bathingsuitless, in all my skivvies alone. I would wear an undershirt, too. Glad for that!

Maybe it would look like I had on a bathing suit, but I didn’t really care, I just wanted to swim in that river. I needed to be in that water for a swim like I need water when I’m really parched. I can’t explain it, but I was dry, and desperate to sooth my soul in there, momentarily. My spirit was aching for sun and water and freedom to swim and play in the water – the river water. I just needed to give myself that, and that I did. I stripped down into my undergarments, and in I went. I walked in slowly.

It was chilly. I then finally took the plunge, head in, swimming about free-style, finally meeting a jelly fish which quickly brought me to my feet again to assess the type. Knew it wasn’t a stinger, seemingly, and it wasn’t. Small and brown. Almost just like the ones my brother and I would throw at each other when we were kids. I went back in ignoring further jellies, but was then worried a bit about sharks as I was out quite a bit at this point. I just wanted to swim! I walked around for a minute taking in the wonder around me, really assessing, still, the shark situation, and decided eventually to head back in. If there was a shark, I should be closer to the shore. I gave it a hard swim feeling great to be back in the water and free to be in my element!

I got out and dried off, got my clothes back on and found my moments of happiness again, smiling, free, happy to have taken my five minutes for me to do something I really wanted. A true desire, fulfilled.


What I realized is by taking time to do what I really want to do, it makes me happy – no matter how little a time I may do it. Making time for that was huge, and set me up for a great rest of the night, happy to tackle whatever lay before me not worrying about what I had to do resentfully because I took care of myself first and derived a bit more of what makes me feel whole and more balanced.

Doing what I like is huge to me, apparently, and I have lost that in these past weeks.  There are a few times I can remember smiling recently and feeling really happy, and it was when I was in the river, and right after – driving home my face maintained it’s smile for some time, and of course, when I ride my bike – that always brings me to a smile.

My mom wrote in her parting letter to me – one of her many tidbits – to embrace all the parts of getting to know who I am, and then being her. I have found some less than desirous parts of myself this past year. This season of business, the new people in my life and different responsibilities in my life I have found many parts of myself, many of which I have found not to my liking and have made me sad to realize how I am (I’ve also found some good too), but also the moment I employed my mom’s advice and embraced a part I did not like, I was brought to tears by my own compassion of sincerely trying to love this hateful part, and trying to understand myself, and by doing so, I believe loving what I hated in myself had allowed me to let her go, in part, at least, seemingly, to a large degree.

I realize this is a lot of rambling maybe, but I have been keeping a lot in too which has me unraveling a bit on this – a catharsis, of course. . My main take-away from all of this: I have got to make more time for me and be more realistic with my schedule. I like making this extra money tutoring and with my other responsibilities, but they leave me with no “life” time from my work life and those are not viable, sustainable, realistic ways to live. At least not for me!

I am going to begin to make more time for me – if it’s a bike ride up to the store to buy some groceries or a visit to the gym , or a little walk, something just to get me out of the house or my routine, I must make time for me, even know literally 12 hour days have been much of my norm as of late.

Five minutes of doing something I really wanted to do revealed my desperation for joy and fun in my life right now. Fun and joy on a regular basis are now what I  will seek regularly for my sanity and for more happiness. 

To joy and fun, in whatever ways we may find them!

Holly

When Speaking Your Truth Causes You to Lose Your Dad, but God Trumps Your Reality

My Story Based on Malachi 4:6, and how God’s word did not return to Him Void, like it says in Isaiah 55:11: So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it. . .
That would be Malachi 4:6 for me and dad:)
Awesome 🙂

My devastating reality of speaking the truth came into being. When I spoke my truth to my dad my biggest fear was realized, that he would no longer have a relationship with me, and that was the case – “I think it better we no longer speak,” was all I got to in response to an email I sent him, after the bit about me having “Crossed a line.”

Well, that got me requesting prayer at church one afternoon soon where someone prayed over me and for my dad Malachi 4:6.

“He will turn the heart of the father to the children, and the heart of the children to the father.”

What followed was indeed miraculous, and grace showered upon me like it was being poured out from heaven upon my head – days later – out of no where. Bizarre, and beautiful.

Love and compassion flooded in me washing my “bad” thoughts about my dad away, and leaving nothing but good. God worked his miracle working power in this circumstance of my heart, and, I found out later, my dad’s.

God is such a marvelous Father – loving us so much. Even know I was the one with the bitterness in me toward my dad for his lack of x,y,z that he failed to do, I wasn’t the one who was consoled. God gave me His grace to love my dad! I LOVE THAT! Heart emoji.

Listen and learn of the grace of God, healing me and my dad forever more. He’s so good!

What I like about Me. What I am Celebrating about Me:)

Celebrating me. My birthday was earlier this month which had me reading my birthday card from a friend of almost 30 years – crike!. One of the things he suggested was to celebrate all month. I thought I would take this to heart, but I did not know what that meant to me or would look like. So, I thought what I might celebrate. Came up with ways to celebrate me, like taking myself to the salon to get a mani-pedi or to go get a massage – neither of which I ever did.

I got a bit derailed early on because of a tiff I had with my housemate that left me distracted. 10 days later, last night found me laying in bed thinking about making the best of me, my life, what I want for this year, how I will achieve what I want, and back to celebrating who I am and what that would look like. What I came up with was simply what is worth celebrating me for – what would I celebrate about myself if I could, because I am 🙂

My natural inclination for some time has been to be highly critical. I have heard by people that I am a perfectionist. One of my bosses first told me this some years back. I had no idea, but when I told it to my aunt, she totally agreed. Maybe I was. I finally did come to terms with it, but have since let go of it’s strong hold on me. It’s pretty freeing.

I have found my inclination for scrutiny, and perhaps also criticism, has likely come from my inner teacher, but mainly from living in a world for a period of time where I grew up where there were lots of lies and justifications for things that I felt were either unjustifiable or were excuses for people to behave badly, but I of which I never bought. Now, as an adult I have little tolerance for b.s. I can be real with what I know and believe now, and will call myself, or others, on the b.s.

I know for a long time I only looked at what was wrong with me – putting myself down. Never building myself up. I am not big on putting down myself – I realize what my issues are and ask for the Lord’s help in overcoming them, however, but I have learned that putting me down only keeps me down. I can still celebrate who I am while also working on changing what needs changing.

When thinking about celebrating me, I found things to celebrate. I thought, “What do I like about me?” I lay in bed last night stunned that the ideas were brimming. In a celebratory factor, I went for it, not worrying about boasting, because I was simply honoring where I am in this journey in which I presently am, and I like it.

I also took this idea to work with me this morning – asking every one of my students to say 1 thing they like about who they are – mentally, physically, spiritually – what ever they like. I realize many of us are scrutinizing, and we often overlook the good while under the scope, so my prayer this morning was to honor my students. What “I” came up with was to ask them, “What do you like about you?” What I found was no surprise – it was difficult for many to find anything they like. Sad too. I stayed with them until they came up with something. I put it in their minds and encouraged them to continue looking for things in themselves to honor, and to build themselves up, but also to work on what may see in themselves that needs improving, and to do that also.

So, here’s what I found for me. These are some items I like about me, what I feel celebratory about for me! Maybe I I will come up with more later, but for now, here’s what I’ve got: I’ve got dozens of reasons to celebrate me.

Here goes: What I like about Me:

  1. I like that I am curious
  2. I like that my body responds well to health food and fitness quickly
  3. I like that I can eat a lot and burn it quickly – I like my enzymes!
  4. I like my mind
  5. I like that I am cheerful and able to cheer up myself
  6. I like that I know the word of God and believe it
  7. I like that I am a faithful woman
  8. I like that I practice the word of God
  9. I like that prayers of mine are heard by God and answered
  10. I like that I know the Lord and He knows me
  11. I like that I am my own best friend
  12. I like that I have done a couple of triathlons
  13. I like who I am as a little sister to my brother
  14. I like that I prize truth and beauty most of all
  15. I like that I love love
  16. I like that I love nature and find beauty within it
  17. I like that I love
  18. I like that I am hopeful
  19. I like that I am positive
  20. I like that I am encouraging to myself and to others
  21. I like that I am silly
  22. I like that I am fun
  23. I like that I am spontaneous
  24. I like that I am kind and friendly
  25. I like that I am full of peace
  26. I like that I am interested in plants and medicine
  27. I like that I like science
  28. I like that I am privileged feeling – that I know my every day  conveniences are privileged. I like that I enjoy simple pleasures, plane rides, coffee, breakfast on Sunday mornings in an outdoor café with the sun shining and cool breeze and bustle around me
  29. I love my sight – I like that I am grateful for it and my taste buds.
  30. I like that I know what I like and don’t like in relationships
  31. I like that I like people
  32. I like that I know that I get to be me and what that means
  33. I like that I have come around and let hate go and find love in my eyes where I see my mom
  34. I like that I can state my mind and I know the importance of speaking my truth
  35. I like that I know my hardships have brought me here and that I see
  36. I like that I make myself matter now
  37. I like that I know what responsibility feels like and like that I like how it feels
  38. I like that I like myself at 48
  39. I like that I am susceptible to suggestions – like the written statement in my birthday card to “celebrate all month” led me here – to figure out what that would look like for me? I have come up with things about myself to celebrate and here is what I have come up with so far – celebrating what I like about me.
  40. I like that I have stopped stopping at critical and constructing something from it instead.
  41. I like that I have taken my mom’s suggestion to enjoy getting to know every aspect of who I am, and to take the time to get to know me and then to be her, and to love all of the parts of being me.
  42. I like that I like a challenge
  43. I like that I have an adventurous spirit
  44. I like that I am a child at heart – fun and playful and kind
  45. I like that I am serious
  46. I like that I am discerning
  47. I like that I am better at decision making
  48. I like that seek peace within myself, with others
  49. I like that I am cute and I like that I like cute
  50. I like that I am honest
  51. I like that my body is aging well
  52. I like that I focus on for what I have to be grateful
  53. I like that I reset my mind
  54. I like that I have taken risks in important relationships
  55. I like that I do not cave when I am threatened with losing what matters to me over losing what is true to me, even when what matters is a dear member of my family
  56. I like that I love smart
  57. I like that I like to serve, to give, and to contribute to making others happy
  58. I like that I am an over-comer
  59. I like that I seek to be better
  60. I like that I like to play games
  61. I like that I dress well – most days (highly subjective)
  62. I like that I have good taste (also highly subjective)
  63. I like that I am creative
  64. I like that I am a good dancer
  65. I like that I am open-minded
  66. I like that I am fair
  67. I like that I am happy
  68. I like that I have a good work ethic – I am a dedicated worker
  69. I like that I am productive
  70. I like that I like who I am:)

What are you likely to celebrate about you?  There are many. Embrace the lovely.

Holly

 

A Cookie on God

So this is funny. I am at Barnes and Noble’s writing. When I arrived, I went to the Starbucks counter here and was realized I only had $10 on me which would not pay for my full order of a latte, soup and a cookie. So, I chose to be healthy in my selection and got the soup.

I’ll leave my disappointment at, “I wish I would have gotten the peanut butter cup cookie.”

I was lamenting it a bit, thinking to go to my car and get some more money so I could have some good bites, but decided against that, as well. I sat here awhile and finished putting my blog together about Coffee on God when the woman next to me got up to leave, held up a receipt, and asked, “Would you like a free cookie?” I was so delighted. It minor-ly paralleled about what I’d just written.

Turns out, I have to buy a cookie to get a free extra cookie.

Well, I have just scoured this bag of mine figuring there MUST be some money in the bottom on this thing somewhere. Turns out, it had it. I have almost $10 more bucks.

I will redeem my free extra cookie! Even know I won’t really get a completely free cookie, I’ll still got a free cookie. And, its nice to report too, that these days, I have enough money to buy my own delights = food and coffee.

Have a good night. I’m off to redeem my cookie! Yum!!

Holly

Coffee on God

God bought me coffee. I think that’s really neat! I know it was Him. God knew I wanted special coffee, my little craving and desire, and He ordered my steps to get it, he ordered another to buy it, and he allowed for a little love note to accompany it. God orchestrated every bit of it, the fellow’s steps, the long wait, the conversation. He had it all in mind – orchestrating every bit of it so He could tell me, “Hi honey. I am here with and for you, and I love you. Here’s some coffee on me. Relax Enjoy. I love you, Holly.” Jesus and God.

Most importantly, God just wants a relationship with us and often uses our life circumstances to get out attention and to show Himself real.

This story reflects much of how God has built a relationship with me over the years, and it has been through lack, but he has always shown up and made a way for me for even seeming insignificant matters and desires. He cares about every little aspect of who we are.

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I went to get a coffee one night after much deliberation as to the matter. I shouldn’t have, I thought, in my mind because money was tight then, and even two bucks on a frivolous craving wasn’t justified.

I don’t recall why I didn’t just make coffee. Maybe I didn’t have any, but that would be odd. I was always with coffee, a favorite of mine. I must have just wanted a hazelnut latte or coffee, but having felt it out of the question financially, I nixed it. But the feeling would not go away, in my spirit, it was okay. I was sensing, “Go, it’s okay.” So, I finally relented. I went to Dunkin’ Donuts.

When I got there, there were two people in front of me of French descent. I waited. As I did, a fellow came in behind me, waiting too, and we began chatting, eventually, as he struck up a conversation with me.

He informed me of his having just come from a men’s retreat – a religious retreat of sorts. I listened and we chatted a long time about the retreat and the Lord, and I think he seemed to want to try and win me over for God or something, but I convinced him I already knew Him, and we shared on some level some of our respect for Him and love, the awe. Due to the unnaturally long wait in front of us we’d chatted quite a bit.

It was my turn, finally. Before I got to the counter though, he handed to me a chip, a silver chip like they give out in AA (Alcoholics Anonymous), but instead of it insisting I had a certain number of years or months clean/sober, I saw that it had on it a cross, and around it, it informed me: “God loves you.” On the other side it informed me also to “Believe in your heart and confess with your mouth ‘Jesus is Lord’ and you will be saved.” Romans 10:9-10. Wow. Okay. I smiled, thinking for the first time that that is why God wanted me to go get a coffee. He wanted to tell me He loves me. I smile. I think how neat that is.

Then, I got up to the counter and I ordered my drink. When the lady asked if that would be all, the fellow behind me with whom I’d been speaking, chimed in saying, “That isn’t all. I’d also like a (so and so, whatever he ordered), and I will be paying for both of our drinks.” Well, if that wasn’t God showing up in the circumstance! He was doubling up on the blessings for me. Thank you, Lord. I love it, still.

I told the fellow he was a blessing to me. I didn’t go into the details about my shortage of money or the story behind me even getting up there with all the mental deliberations behind that, but just went on to thank him, expressing my gratitude for his kindness, informing him it meant a lot, as it did, and then I went on to my table to drink my free coffee, and to work on my work.

That incident was a way for God to relay to me, through another person, that He clearly loves me, and that He’s got my back, and my coffee!! He showed me personally that cares about the littlest of things of our lives, like a coffee craving. He apparently finds ways, too, to show us that he loves us, and is for us. God was informing me He is here in all of my circumstances, and He knows what is going on. I like that He cares in all-ways! It was a new, simple and special way for me to see God showing me how He loves me. Thanks, Lord.

God bought me coffee. I think that’s really neat! I know it was Him. God knew I wanted special coffee, my little craving and desire, and He ordered my steps to get it, he ordered another to buy it, and he allowed for a little love note to accompany it. God orchestrated every bit of it, the fellow’s steps, the long wait, the conversation. He had it all in mind – orchestrating it all so He could tell me, “Hi honey. I am here with and for you, and I love you. Here’s some coffee on me. Relax Enjoy. I love you, Holly.” Jesus and God.

The End.

Thank  you. I love you.

 

O LORD, you have searched me and known me!

2 You know when I sit down and when I rise up;

you discern my thoughts from afar.

3 You search out my path and my lying down

and are acquainted with all my ways.

4 Even before a word is on my tongue,

behold, O LORD, you know it altogether. Psalm 139: 1-4

Finding Thanks and Promises in Psalm 34

I read this psalm today and it jumped out at me as a gratitude prayer. It made me so full of thanks. I have heard about the promises in the bible, but the way I read this today, thanks is all I saw, and I rewrote it, then, to match my gratitude from the scripture, and from which also found a promise in each line of the scripture.

Psalm 34 Thanks

I read this psalm today and it jumped out at me as a gratitude prayer. It made me so full of thanks. I have heard about the promises in the bible, but the way I read this today, thanks is all I saw, and I rewrote it, then, to match my gratitude from the scripture, and from which I also found a promise in each line of the scripture.

Having checked to see for what purpose this Psalm was written, David wrote it pretending to be mad in order to escape a King. Odd, but for me, I was filled with heart-felt gratitude and promise.

May you find thanks in our every day and be filled with promise as you praise. He inhabits the words of our praises. Psalm 22:3.

Holly

Thank you for hearing me when I seek You.

Thank you for delivering me from all my fears.

Thank you that I can look to you and be radiant, and my face is not ashamed.

Thank you for hearing me in my poverty.

Thank you for saving me out of my troubles.

Thank you that Your angel encamps around me because I fear You, and am delivered.

Thank you that I have tasted and seen that You are good.

Thank you that I am blessed because I trust You. (Thank you for all the times I have needed you and you have shown yourself strong in my life. Thank you that my soul boasts in You.)

Thank you that I want for nothing because I fear you.

Thank you that I seek you and lack no good thing.

Thank you that Your eyes are on me, your righteous, and your ears are open to my cry.

Thank you that You hear me, and You deliver me out of all my troubles.

Thank you for being near to me when I have had a broken heart and saving me because of my contrite spirit.

Thank you that though I have had many afflictions, You have delivered me out of them all.

Thank you for guarding my bones and breaking none of them.

Thank you for redeeming my soul.

Thank you that because I trust in You, I will not be condemned.

 

I love this. Thank you, Lord, for opening my eyes to these passages in a new way, and thank you that I see You through these passages in a new way, and I am better knowing You are through this Psalm.

Holly