| Praise the Lord, my soul, and don’t forget a single one of his benefits to you. Ps. 103:2 Heavenly Father, age doesn’t just atrophy muscle mass, but gratitude-mass as well. But I’d far rather finish this life “ripped” with thankfulness than sporting “6-pack abs,” so here goes. (Friends, here’s my list. “Amen!” what’s yours, and tell Abba other things for which you’re grateful/hopeful) Thank you for an over-the-top glorious salvation in Jesus. By your sovereign goodness, you revealed the depth of my need, then lavished the riches of the grace on me. I’m hidden in Christ, standing in grace, and rooted in your love—an object of your constant affection, and a subject in your unshakeable Kingdom. I live as a target of Jesus’ prayers, and as a son in whom your Spirit dwells. With a roof over my head and heaven as my home, a family to love and your Story to live, why would I ever whine? I have friends who invite me to play, pray, and ponder the glories of the Gospel. I can still taste dark chocolate, see your majesty in creation, and hear your voice in the Scriptures. Father, thank you for making me more comfortable mystery, and less needful of control. Regrets and shame has less crippling power, and laughter and lingering come easier. Father, I love you. Thank you for being astonishingly generous, tenacious, and patient with me. So very Amen, I pray, in Jesus’ wonderful and merciful name. |