On some Fridays I join a writing exercise Five Minute Friday,
on July 1 the topic was Welcome, you can read what I wrote here,
my thought was how I should view my time with the Lord each morning.
This morning the thought of God waiting for me with a package played over my mind. I pictured two chairs in a quiet spot , shady, with morning breezes, flowers and bird song, the clucking of chickens in the background and a wind chime or two.
There my Father sits with a package on his lap, waiting for me. I come with His Word in one hand and my coffee in the other. while we visit he begins to take out of the package what he has brought for me today:
Grace in a measuring cup –sufficient for the needs My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. 2 Corinthians 12:9
Love tied in a blood red bow for as God has forgiven me, this day I need that love to be able to forgive others 1Peter 4:8 And above all things have fervent charity among yourselves: for charity shall cover the multitude of sins.
Comfort a double measure some for myself and some to share 2Corinthians 1:4 Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.
Compassion like a fragrant rose for He knows just how weak I am Psalms 103:14 For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust.
Rest from troubling thoughts John 14:1 Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.
Security like a quietness when all around is change Hebrews 13:8 Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever.
Caring that feels just like a hug as He tells me don’t be afraid,”I’ll hold your right hand, today” Isaiah 41:10 Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God:
I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.
I have a very little gift, no, not even a gift,
but it is all I have; a small box
with ashes and mourning,
and a spirit of heaviness.
He takes my offering
as if it were special and in His hands
it becomes beauty and oil of joy and a garment of praise.
Isa 61:3 To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.
So now I am ready to walk this day with God holding my hand and his gifts in my basket. Wouldn’t you like to bring your chair and meet with us to see what God has for you?
Thoughts of Grace 