Blessed Be

If at all possible, I try to start my risings with praises and thanksgiving to our glorious Lord, and with a renewed desire to live out this additional day He has given me to His glory.

Well, I am an over thinker, and I frequently feel overwhelmed with the idea that I need to do great things to accomplish this, while thinking what could little me do that is worthy of Him. Something worthy that would adequately express my love. It was seemingly impossible.

I know, I know, we are given our faith through grace, not works. This is not what I mean. Because of this grace, I wanted to give God the glory He is due. To live from the bottom of my soul to His glory. As if this would justify my existence……sigh not good.

This morning being the awesome wonderful loving God that He is, He told me to relax, to chill, it is not about me, and it is not impossible or difficult, but rather to slow down, look around, notice His goodness, and be thankful.

Wow! What a life changer. Blessed be the name of the Lord!

For all things are for your sakes, that grace, having spread through the many, may cause thanksgiving to abound to the glory of God.” ~2 Corinthians 4:15~

Our thanksgiving brings glory to God.

Be thankful today.


Roses take effort, but when they bloom it falls away and is forgotten, like an old path once a new one is forged through obedience, humility, and the grace of God.


Outside Over There

Yesterday the depression settled in hard. Sadness and tears have arrived not just fatigue and pain. Unfortunately today is Thanksgiving and I have new people to meet. Please O Lord keep me from embarrassing my beloved with my incessant chatter in uncomfortable situations, but also keep me from being silent and unwelcoming in my effort to not over share. Oh why do I have to be a creature of such extremes.

I am so tired of being a failure. A failed daughter, a failed friend, a failed student, a failed employee, a failed wife, a failed mother, and a failed Christian. I don’t want to fail anymore, which is why I just want to be left alone, because I am completely happy as I putter and fuss in my lovely little haven of home and gardens. I am safe, not lost and adrift in the expectations of others.

However those that love me cannot understand, and because I love them beyond measure, I am thus forever obligated to participate outside of my abilities, which of course feeds my ever hungry anxiety, which in the end makes me sad…..sigh

What can one do but turn to the Lord.


“The Lord is my light and my salvation;

Whom shall I fear?

The Lord is the defense of my life;

Whom shall I dread?

Psalm 27:1