It’s 9pm as I write this. The day has been a busy, as all my recent days have been. You would think that a widow with grown and (supposedly) gone kids would have quiet days, but that’s not how it’s been for me. Each of my kids was here for a while today and my youngest granddaughter, her mother, and her pet dog were here all afternoon. The baby was fussy; the dogs caused a large potted plant disaster; I’m thankful for it all. I’m thankful that I can help a new mom cope with a difficult baby. I’m thankful that my house gets used. I’m thankful that I don’t have to think much about where my place is and where I’m needed….yet.
I’m thankful for the antibiotics that are treating my oldest granddaughter’s ear infections. I’m thankful that she’s recovering and will soon be her sunny self again.
I’m thankful for almost red tomatoes on the little potted tomato plant on the deck. I’m thankful that the garden is growing.
I’m thankful that God is omnipresent. I’m thankful that He is there beside me and in me and around me with His guiding hand. I’m thankful that nothing happens to me outside the presence of God himself, so nothing happens outside the knowledge and the power of my God who is forever working good things. I’m thankful that every circumstance of my life is a time and place where God is. I’m thankful that knowing God is omnipresent helps me trust him.
I’m thankful that none of my sins are hidden from my omnipresent God, and when I confess my sins, he is always and everywhere with me, ready to hear me.