practical practice

 Saturday, December 13, 2025 (5:26 a.m.)

Holy God,

Thank You. 

I like it when I say what I mean. Especially something as simple as “Thank You.”

Once uttered, those two words have the ability of taking on a life all their own. The caveat? It has to be genuine.

Father, thank You for getting me here. Teaching me to offer You sincere and heartfelt appreciation.

You are Who has been shaping me all these years. I’m the one who has squirmed and thought entirely too much about things I can never possible control.

Thank You for every time You intervene on my behalf. Thank You too for all You are teaching me in the down times as well.

The slightest smile is right here on my face as I think of all You are and have done through the ages. From creation all the way to present day You have been faithful (Lamentations 3:22-23).

I confess to the countless [pointless] times I attempt control. Of my surroundings. Other people. My own emotions.

I seek balance through routine. When that doesn’t work, I waver. Falter. Look past, instead of TO You.

Thank You for what You are teaching me about being still and waiting (Psalm 37:7a; 46:10a). 

(7:12 a.m.)

And on that note, I went outside. Did some long overdue hand watering. Sang praise. Made some mistakes. Spoke frustration out to my surroundings. Laughed. Apologized to You. And thanked You again.

Father I still need a LOT of practice in this whole “give thanks in all circumstances” (1 Thessalonians 5:18) way of living. Thank You for making it practical.

Live in, with, by, through and for me. I want to be the woman You created me to be. Unique. And wonderfully complex (Psalm 139:14a). Do all You must.

I love, need, trust and want You. Thank You. Praise You. Amen.

(318 words ~ 7:21 a.m.)