
Early Morning Gratitude
Early this morning while sitting in the garden, I watched the sun come up as I listened to the birds singing, announcing the beginning of a new day. The flowers are blooming and there is a sweet fragrance in the air. I am thankful to my faithful God for new “days” and opportunities to experience life.
As I reflect on this day a few years ago, at this moment I was sitting in a waiting room, about to have a biopsy that would change the course for my life.
Today, as I look back over the last few years, I am filled with gratitude for the Hand of God that guided me on a journey I did not plan, would not have chosen, but I was surrounded by His presence every step of the way. Even though I experienced ups and downs since the day of the biopsy and diagnosis, I held to the promise that His faithfulness never ends. And it didn’t. It never will.
Today, as I sat in the stillness of the early morning, listening to the sounds around me and breathing in life, an old song came to mind. “Great is His Faithfulness.” The words of that song are my testimony.
Great Is Thy faithfulness,
Great Is Thy faithfulness
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided
Great is Thy Faithfulness, Lord unto me! (Thomas Chisholm – 1923)
God is faithful and never changes. His compassion and love are new each morning. He gives exactly what we need for each day. The promise of His unfailing love is a solid rock that we can stand on when the storms come crashing in.
Trust the Promise Keeper
As you face the storms of life, remember that no trial lasts forever and no circumstance is beyond God’s care. When the clouds are dark and the path ahead seems uncertain, hold fast to His promises and trust in His unfailing love. The same God who was faithful yesterday is faithful today and will be faithful tomorrow. One day, you will look back and see that He was with you every step of the way, bringing you through the storm and into the light of a new dawn.
I grew up in the South. After I married, we moved away. I miss the sound of the crickets in the evenings, and the lazy hot summer afternoons when all the neighbors gathered on our front porch enjoying a cold glass of sweet tea. Great times and memories!