♪God, I’m still Counting My Blessings♪
Tuesday, February 10, 2026 (5:01 a.m.)
Father God,
Thank You that I would wake up singing about counting blessings.
(6:36 a.m.)
♪Here I am AGAIN…
…Here You are again
Forgiving, redeeming my heart again
Standing me up on my feet again
You show me Your mercy will never run out…
I can breathe again
Knowing I’m loved, I feel free again
No matter how long I’ve been wandering
When I think I’ve gone too far
Here You are again♪
The more of the lyrics I read, the bigger the smile on my face grows. Father, thank You that You love us so much that You are truly with us wherever we go.
Forgiving us. Redeeming us. Showing us Your mercy that never runs out. Bless You for all the ways You show Yourself to us.
(7:01 a.m.)
I’ve been thinking a lot about Your grace since the other day while working on the side yard. It was there I realized I needed to “get a grip” and first uttered the words, “I need another grip of grace.”
Thank You for the depth of thought this simple phrase has taken me. Each time my mind starts wandering, plotting, replaying perceived slights or offenses, I’ve remembered to call out to You. “Father, I need another grip of grace.”
Who [besides You!] knew that my fondness of acronyms would play out so powerfully in my favor. A.G.O.G. Another Grip of Grace. Simply stated. Easy to remember. Profound in its meaning.
Grip being something to hold on to or a small traveling bag. Each meaning taking on its own twist. I can think of You gripping me. Me holding on to You. Or even packing Your grace in a grip [carryall] to take with me.
(7:36 a.m.)
Truly Father, there is an excitement growing inside me that is eager to tell [agog] of Your greatness. Your goodness. Your glory. And Your grace (Psalm 145:5-8).
I love You. I need You. I trust and want You. Do all You must in using me to serve You as know is best. Thank You Father. Praise You Lord. Amen.
(362 words ~ 7:42 a.m.)