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?