Saturday, November 22, 2025 (5:41 a.m.)
Holy God,
Thank You. There’s an unusual light in the sky.
(5:55 a.m.)
Upon further investigation, I’m thinking it’s a break in the cloud coverage.
(6:07 a.m.)
Neighbor's covered front porch 50°
Father, thank You for this unique opportunity of setting up a portable prayer/ viewing station. Complete with my dear husband’s camping chair. And one of his many bags. Filled with necessities.
Gloves. Because this morning my hands are really cold. A head gaiter to warm my nose and neck. A rechargeable lantern. Tissues. The Life Recovery Bible.
All the comforts of home. And internet access to boot. Right here in the front yard of our very dear neighbor. Thank You Lord.
Thank You for this view. Blooming rose bushes in the forefront. With snow covered mountains in the distance. Father You are ideal. Thank You that You are.
(6:51 a.m.)
Reading of Your idealness I am prompted toward even more gratitude. Thank You for the blessings You provide us. Great and small.
Isaiah 45:12. “I am the One who made the earth and created people to live on it. With my hands I stretched out the heavens. All the millions of stars are at my command.”
Isaiah 46:3-10. “Listen to me, all you who are left in Israel, I created you and have cared for you since before you were born. I will be your God throughout your lifetime… Who is my equal? …Everything I plan will come to pass, for I do whatever I wish.”
Psalm 33:10-11. “The LORD shatters the plans of the nations and thwarts all their schemes. But the LORD’s plans stand firm forever; His intentions can never be shaken.”
Blessed God, thank You for being such a good, GOOD Father. Some [like me] would even say, “Ideal.”
Use me exactly as You know is best. I love, need, trust and want You Lord. Do all You must to Your good and perfect end. Thank You. Praise You. Amen.
(333 words ~ 7:14 a.m.)
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