Hebrews 13:15 NKJV
Therefore by Him let us continually offer the sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of our lips, giving thanks to His name.
The birds are cooing loudly outside this morning. Even though it seems a mournful tune, I always hear a song of praise calling out to Abba God. This morning, as I sat quietly listening to the dove choir, and thinking about prayer, a memory popped into my head:
It was a Saturday morning. I was 16 years old and vacuuming our living room for my mom. Crash! I spun around to see what had happened, and was dismayed to see one of my mother's most treasured porcelain figurines lying shattered on the floor. The delicate little ballerina was destroyed. The tiny pink and white treasure had been given to my mom as a young girl by someone she loved dearly.
I began to cry and my mom flew into the room to see what was happening. She looked at the sight and her face showed a moment of pain, but she reached out to me and hugged me, and said,
"Anna Marie, it is only a thing. You are more important to me than any thing. Don't cry."
I pondered why that memory would surface in my time with the Lord. I felt like He was reminding me of His love towards us, even when we mess things up. Even when our messes lead to destruction of precious things, He never stops loving us, never stops cherishing us, and wipes away our tears.
As I remember all the messes I have made in my life, what I really feel is the overwhelming love of my Heavenly Father as He has held me and comforted me and forgiven me. It is a feeling like my heart must explode because it cannot contain all the gratitude and wonder from His heart to mine.
The birds are still cooing loudly outside...sounds like their hearts must explode, as well....
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