When I look up at my Father's hands, I become a small child with open hands, joyful heart, my problems are not to be fretted for because He knows all and gives all I need, gives all that is good for me. My weaknesses don't matter because I know He is strong.
Things I'm thankful for.
.salvation. I am nothing without Christ, He is all my righteousness, all my joy, and all my peace
.the incarnation-that God of the world, the creator came into this messy world, took on flesh and is able to redeem us and able to understand and comfort us
.the body of Christ, in Omaha, Cement City, Hillsdale, Lancaster, Louisville, Cleveland, all over the world. Along with this, the sweet fellowship that bonds us all together whether we've known eachother one minute or 6 years or never met.
.my wonderful, big, crazy family and my dear amazing mother who loves me
.my sweet job, and my wonderful coworkers-we have an incredible team-I love working with people who care about what they do
.tea, and coffee :)
.dear new friends, and deep sweet steadfast friends from over the years.
.heat in our home, clothes to wear, and food on the thanksgiving table
These are all gifts of love from my Father's hands, blood bought gifts.
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