Forty-five minutes before Hubby arrived home from work and ten minutes after Zeke's 'use by' date, I popped a fussy baby into the pram/stroller and set out for a walk down the road. The sun had tucked itself behind a cloud contributing a warm, non-evasive presence. The aging corn stalks set to nudging one another filling the afternoon with the rustling sounds of Autumn. A choir of crickets competed with Zeke's (now happy) babbling. I slowed my step to soak in the delightful sensory shower. A prayer filled my heart.
Abba,
Thank you for bringing me here. Thank you for a beautiful son. A wonderful husband who fears you. In this lighting it looks like a fairy tale. Thank you! Please don't let us be stingy or hoard your generous goodness. Use us for your glory! I love you!
Your Eden
Sweet and descriptive...thank you Eden. I love your words. I also hear your thankful heart. I read a devotional on thankfulness this morning. I don't know that I can capture it here by the fire at Starbucks....but a thankful heart is very good for the soul.
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Beautiful words of life and thanksgiving! Just precious to hear your thoughts. Your writing reminds me of a sweet book I just read called "One Thousand Gifts" by Anne Voskamp. It's about giving thanks in the ordinary stuff of life......kinda like a modern-day Brother Lawrence. You would love it!
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Marisa