Finding Your Blessings - Re-Posted

The trick to receiving blessings

Is recognizing them,
They aren’t always neatly packaged
With a note, “Sent from Him!”
 
They’re shrouded in the every day
That we don’t always see,
Often needing more awareness
Than we are wont to be.
 
For I’ve noted that blessings grow
When met with gratitude,
Though when you’re blind it’s hard to find
A thankful attitude.
 
The job that leaves you exhausted,
But provides daily bread.
The home, however humble, that’s
A roof over your head.
 
The car that runs, the noisy kids,
Don’t seem like blessings now,
But, if you had to do without,
You know you’d question how.
 
So look beneath the wants and dreams
To what you have today,
And pause to see what’s hidden there,
Yet clearly on display.  

Then lift your voice in gratitude
For blessings that now flow,
And don’t be startled if you find
Those blessings grow and grow.

With Thanksgiving and Praise - Re-Posted

Enter His gates with thanksgiving,

Rejoice and praise His name,
For He’s the source of salvation
That’s yours and mine to claim.
 
See His glory shine before you,
Praise Him with great delight,
For He has redeemed all sinners
And washed them in The Light.
 
Enter His courts with thanksgiving,
Rejoice, His love is yours,
It is the cup overflowing
That redeems and restores.
 
Psalm 100:4
Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name.

His Loving Gaze - Re-Posted

The road may not be smooth each day,

The path may rise steeply,
But I know that, however rough,
He has His eye on me.
 
I cannot travel from His view,
His gaze is everywhere,
And though I stumble on the path
I know that He’ll be there.
 
I struggle, sometimes, in this life,
But I can face rough days
Because I know I’m walking still
Beneath His loving gaze.
 
Psalm 121:8
The Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.

For Those Who Grieve Today - Re-Posted

There are so many wondrous things

About this time of year
And yet, despite the joy filled days,
My eye’s touched by a tear.
 
I want to feel the joy inside
That I felt years ago,
But I find that harder to do
As the years come and go.
 
I know the joy is still in there
And it will soon come out,
But right now I fight back the tears
For those I’m left without.

My Enemy - Re-Posted

My enemy seems to be me.

Though I have faith in You,
I worry that I’m much too weak
To see the struggle through.
 
You have not asked as much of me
As many face each day,
And yet, I worry that I’ll fail,
That my strength might give way.
 
I hide, in You, when I’m afraid,
You teach me not to fear,
And even my worst enemy
Is loved when you are near.
 
Psalm 143:9
Rescue me from my enemies, Lord, for I hide myself in you.