Tuesday, August 1, 2017 (6:52 a.m.)
Blessed God,
Thank You. Rain. Lightning. Thunder. Weather. Humidity. And a trip planned for a water park. Yes Father, praise You.
I sang the words five hours ago when sleep evaded me. ♫Praise God from Whom all blessings flow♫ I stopped right there. Considering the words, “all blessings”.
Mm, Father. As we prepare to leave for a fairly new to us experience I am asking that You would make us keenly aware of all the blessings You have for us this day.
We love You. We long to serve You. And we ask You to guide and direct us in doing just that. Empower and embolden us in actually living Your Word, representing You well to a desperately hurting world.
Mm, yes Father. Praise You from Whom all blessings flow. Contemporary English Version for Ephesians 1:3 reads, “Praise the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ for the spiritual blessings that Christ has brought us from heaven!”
Yes please. Remind us long and often this day to give You all the praise and all the glory You so rightly deserve.
Thank You for blessing and keeping us. We love You. We thank You. And oh, how we praise You. Thank You. Amen.
(211 words ~ 7:21 a.m.)
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