Posted by on Nov 20, 2015 in New | 0 comments

Keeping a thankful journal is a chunk of my homework for our winter break—just two details each day.  Looking around, whether down the street or across our globe, that assignment is real simple.  The tally resides in the secretary, slotted with her cubby desk-mate titled, OneThousand Gifts, yet incomplete.  Nonetheless, poof-- troubles come and woes collapse over me.


Bravely, vibrant gorgeous, show-stopping amaryllis (Amaryllae as MP refers to my irregular plural of winter flowering bulbs) saturated with velvet shine and furtive flair greet me as if distresses were extinct.

Later, on my zillionth trek to the garage I stopped for an instant; sunlight held me upright with grace.

I heard him say, “Everything‘s Gonna Be Alright.”

Father God, I am thankful for clean drinking water and your handiwork unfurling like a scarlet velveteen amaryllis rotating toward the Son.


I will sing to the Lord, for he is good to me. Psalm 13:6 --NLT

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