Today, Anna is sharing a poem, a song and a prayer. From next week I will be slowing down to publish just one post a week – Monday’s Breaking Bread – together with the Beloved Prodigal Team until mid-January. May our LORD and Savior hold you and your loved ones close in these days and weeks to come. May His joy be our strength and His Life be our breath.
For our American readers celebrating Thanksgiving this weekend- may God bless your time together with family and friends. And may He be your Comfort and Hope if you are missing someone special at the table this year.
I’m thankful for My Home
Where I’m never shunned
I’m thankful for Your lap
Where I’m ever the child
I’m thankful for Your songs
Where my darkest night in Joy unfolds.
I’m thankful for Your arms
Where I can flail and cry
I’m thankful for Your bottle
Where my tears collect and shine
I’m thankful for Your hands
Where each woven strand belongs.
I’m thankful for Your eyes
Where all lost in painted whole I see
I’m thankful for Your ears
Where truth is whispered night and day
I’m thankful for Your heart
Where stony hard is broken soft
I’m thankful for Your Spirit Word
Where sin and death in Life is breathed.
And Restoring Whole
My Life Himself
I’m so very thankful for
Thank You, Abba Father. Thank You for Your ever enfolding Presence, for filling this earth with Your unfailing love (Psalm 119: 64). Keep drawing us up on Your lap. Still our hearts to listen to Your sweet Voice in this busy, distracted world. We long to hear and feel and know You more and more. Teach us Your decrees (Psalm 119: 64), to return and rest in You from moment to moment of our day. And we pray this for all our loved ones too – those both running away and toward Your arms. Still our burdened hearts to acknowledge and confess our sins and weaknesses before You, that we might breathe in more and more of Your Life and Your Strength. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.