There is the opportunity to discover in the depths of one’s soul the delight of thanksgiving for all the good God has given. It doesn’t take much to trigger that joy when we come to think of it. A smiling infant child’s two feet patting together like another set of hands clapping….it brings joy. A memory of a long life well-lived and the gift of sweet stories that retell the hopes that were filled full in God’s providing. No sun filled day is short of a glorious sunrise and a glorious sunset to remind us of grace and beauty. The pinks and deep blues of the evening sky are like a giant children’s playroom of anticipation and delight.
And children we are…every one of us, of a loving God who calls us to Himself…to his embracing love…to his constant care…to his chastising, but redeeming correction. When we wander from that love, we need not wonder why we feel less satisfied with life. When we neglect to praise our God, we do diminish ourselves. When we fail to rejoice in His good news, we neglect that very moment of eternity that was meant for gladness and make it something less.
But a father’s love…at least a Heavenly Father’s, is always capable of leading us to a new dawn, and a new hope, and a promise that He has never failed to share. Remember…Thanks be to God who giveth us the victory through our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ!
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