Thank you, Jesus, for loving me so much when I’m so full of sin. Thank you for becoming my sin so I could become righteousness. I don’t understand it. I can scarcely believe it, yet I know it’s true. It makes no sense, but that’s only because you’re God and I’m not. Forgive me for the times I start to think I’m a pretty good person and didn’t really need your salvation as much as several other people I know. Thanks for the uncomfortable reminders of my own depravity.
Thank you for a night away in a hotel with my hubby and a speaking engagement in the morning that will pay for our stay.
Thank you for the manager at BD’s who got us talking about what brought us to Indianapolis (on our way to Chicago). For what? Wife’s speaking engagement. You a lawyer, a doctor? Ha. No, an author. What do you write/speak about? Sex. Long story short–he treated us to free caramel apple dessert and bought Is That All He Thinks About? for his wife.
Thank you for my mother-in-law (who’s running on fumes from a weekend of virtually no sleep) who came to stay with our girlies while we’re away–and brought cousins Morgan and Reesey as playmates.
Thank you for my brother-in-law, Tug, and all the cool talents you’ve given him–and that he gives them right back to you.
Thank you for all the beautiful gals who have offered us a place to stay in Oklahoma, Texas and Tennessee. We’re staying with 8 different families. Guess how many of them we’ve actually met in real life. Zero. Guess how many of them I’ve “known” online for more than a month. Maybe 3. Guess how many of them sent me a blank check to pick her up some goodies from Trader Joe’s. One. “See how much I trust you?” she said. I love it.
Thank you for Good Friday and the time and energy our church puts into their service each year. I know some Christians say that they don’t like sad, gloomy Good Friday services. “We should be HAPPY! Jesus is ALIVE!” My personal opinion? You can’t truly appreciate the resurrection until you let yourself experience the horror and agony Jesus’ followers must have felt on that awful day.
Thank you for wrapping your arms around Gabe’s extended family after the death of his cousin. Thank you for a chance to love on some of them this coming Saturday.
Thank you for some good quality time with my Grandpa Figley and my Grandma Yoder this past weekend. Thank you for so many years with all four of my grandparents before you took two of them home.
Thank you for an extra hour of sleep tonight (driving from Ohio to Illinois).
Thank you that Livi’s artwork will be displayed at the library for the rest of the month.
Thank you for my girlies who make me laugh and smile. I love them, I like them, I want to enjoy every second of them.
Thank you for orchestrating our Zoo Trip. I can’t even tell you. (you already know)
Thank you in advance for the moms you’re going to bring to hear some words from you tomorrow morning. May I be totally surrendered to you. Give me the exact words they need to minister to their spirits.
Thank you for a special day last Friday with two special friends–love you, K and A!
Thank you for the girls (and a handful of guys) who take the time to read my blog each day. And especially for those who take an extra moment or two to leave encouraging and/or thoughtful comments. I really appreciate them.
Thank you that I have so much to be thankful for that I could be up all night, but even with an extra hour, it’s nearly midnight.
Thank you for my sweet hubby who’s softly snoring from a comfy-looking king-sized bed behind me.
I love you, Jesus. I want to live my life for you.
What are you thankful for today?