Thank You, Lord...

 ...For that first sip of coffee. For squares of gold on my kitchen floor from late afternoon sunshine. For peony petals. For the dishes in the sink, and the precious ones who share meals off of them. For a strong body to care for my children.

Thank you for the way sunlight splits into vibrant colors through the prisms hanging in my windows. For the smell of old books. For the cries of a hungry newborn in the night--so many dream of hearing such a sound someday. 

Thank you for the strong arms of my beloved, always ready to embrace and cherish me. For the taste of cinnamon and cloves in the winter. For the sound of pattering feet, and giggles as little people bounce on the couch. Thank you for the gift of quiet moments used for happy things like embroidery or reading.

Thank you for a church family that loves one another like blood family. For a Pastor that teaches and preaches the Word unashamedly. Thank you for new sheet music. For shadows of lace on the wall as the light shines through a crocheted piece from a sweet friend. 

Thank you for the smell of a baby's downy hair. For packages of flower seeds, full of hope for the coming spring. For the glow of candles on a dark evening. For the sound of my husband voicing the prayer at church, dedicating the services to you. 

Thank you for a house that stays cozy warm in winter, and cool in summer. For hot baths after a tiring day. For the gift of deep sleep. Thank you for the growing that comes with serving others as Christ served. For songs sung with family around a Christmas tree. 

Thank you for soft slippers. For the fun of receiving a surprise package in the mail. For books that encourage and inspire. For the ability to bake and cook nourishing meals for my family. For Legos that fill little hands and minds with enjoyment. For cardinals flashing crimson against the snow. 

Open my eyes to see your fingerprints--these thousands of gifts, big and small, significant and minute, that you shower upon me day upon day, month upon month, and year upon year. Let me never grow blind to the joys that flow from your kind hand. Let me see and notice and thank you always.

Mykaela