Last year I added a portion of a prayer offered by my Jewish friends to my early morning: Modeh ani (fem. modah.) Thanks I [offer] I love the prayer order; the action , gratitude and surrender, is spoken before ever acknowledging myself. Before my feet hit the floor, gratitude to the Giver is my first utterance.
Most often I’m giving thanks for his rescue plan: Jesus, but the more I limp down life’s rocky path, the more often I thank Him for the unpleasant. Hard things, adversity, the unexpected and yes, humility.
My flesh loves to complain so beginning my day with a mindset of gratitude in all circumstances empties me to make room for Him. It’s not a natural thing for me; it’s a deliberate act of surrender and trust. Bottom line: I’m deeply dependent on his power in me.
This weekend before busy VBS I’m battling insane fatigue, a new arrhythmia and brain fog from a recent virus. “Thanks I give” for this unexpected interruption as it’s another race to run, not by my might, but his Spirit in me. Zechariah 4:6
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