When every day is Thanksgiving

I was driving my kid to town yesterday and we were listing to the radio that was turned up too loud.

A song came on that I started singing.  The chorus includes something like, “Lord, I need a miracle…”

So I’m singing loudly  (because that is what I do).  I look back at Daniel and I traded my singing for crying  (because that is what I do).

I believe that I need a miracle.  I know I want one.  I’ll bet you want and need one too.  This world could sure use some Jesus walking around in it.

But I stopped singing because I realized that I was singing the wrong thing.

Sometimes, instead of singing, “God, I need a miracle,” we should really sing, “God, I have a miracle.”

I am so thankful for the undeserved miraculous intervention that has been poured onto my life.  I wonder why I don’t talk about that more.  I wonder why I don’t shout it at the top of my lungs from the top of every mountain.

Which reminds me of another set of lyrics:  “Every day is Christmas when every day is Thanksgiving.”

And that reminds me of yet another set of lyrics:  “This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.” – Psalm 118:24

Jesus, I am thankful – help my ungratefulness.


Daniel in a cake pan (that is what he does).  Who could look at this and not be grateful?

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