Words have stinging power when tongues are unloosed and lips are unguarded. Words flow freely out of unintentional mouths. I shudder to think how my careless utterings must pierce the heart of God. Out of habit, how easily complaints and grumblings spew forth over little incidents. When His gifts rain down, I soak them up and then wring them out as refuse.
Baby wakes in the night. Grumble. Boys yell in the house. Sigh. Grocery bill strains the purse strings. Whine. Cups spill, plates tip, crumbs scatter. Nag.
Why, when He has given much, do I require more? For when I look around me, I realize I have everything to be thankful for. My very life is a gift from Him.
But only strain against the familiar will break stubborn habits. Old grooves must be sanded smooth and new lines etched in their place. And so I purpose in my heart to look for His gifts. Not to let them roll as rain off my back, but to soak them in-- drink of their goodness...and remember.
And so I embark on a journey to notice each drop of his goodness and mercy. As I have a particular fondness and sentimentality for pen and paper, my daily journalings will be recorded there, though I may quietly share a page on occasion.
May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.
At the dawning of this new year, won't you consider joining me?