a week of thanks: The Saturday Gratitude Journal

He stood there so bold with his nose freshly kissed by the ocean sun.  Freckles shining bright and a smile that spread wider with every word he sang.  His song book in hand–lined with words and musical notes he has yet learn to read. Alone on the front choir pew and his Daddy close behind him.

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He looked out over the congregation and when it came time to sing the chorus, he belted out with his five-year old voice–loud.  Love lifted me!  He didn’t care who was watching or if anyone thought he was singing out of tune or singing too loud.  It was like he was at the feet of Jesus–looking up at Him and singing with his heart lifted high.  Straight to the throne.

The other choir members looked his way with joy and I glanced over at his Mama and tears were escaping from her heart and trickling down her cheek.


And this past week, it’s been a hard week, a really hard week and I have so much to be thankful for…..

My grandsons 

My granddaughter

Freedom of worship

Caring teachers, coaches, and educators who give so much

Grapes on the vine turning deep purple

Rain on a summer evening

Old church hymns 

The privilege of prayer

And after the song ended this grandbaby boy of mine made his way back to our pew and sat between me and his Mama–both of us in awe of his bold and I whispered, ‘I didn’t know you knew that song.  Where did you learn it?’ And he said,  ‘At school. We sing it at school.’

And there is this undeserved love.

All the way to the cross.  Love lifted.

With His arms wide open. Love lifted.

With His dying love, we are lifted.

And with His living, we are lifted. Never to be the same.

But God commendeth His love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8 (KJV) 







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