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Cookie Jar Praise!

This morning, as I pad through the
kitchen in stocking feet, look outside at the oversized thermometer,
and begin preparing my breakfast, I think of my blessings:


The deck is still wet from the
early morning rain complete with glorious thunder.

Sing
to the Lord
with grateful praise; make music to our God on the harp. He
covers the sky with clouds; he supplies the earth with rain and makes
grass grow on the hills. He provides food for the cattle and for the
young ravens when they call.
Psalm 147:7-9

Be patient, then, brothers and
sisters, until the Lord’s coming. See how the farmer waits for the
land to yield its valuable crop, patiently waiting for the autumn and
spring rains.
James 5:7

My
dear husband is still sleeping after his face-book-remembered 87th
birthday and talks with our children via various technology choices.


Praise be to the God and Father of
our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with
every spiritual blessing in Christ.
Ephesians 1:3

The
Aya Pei (Mom’s custard pie) baked for Ed’s birthday was delicious –
baked in the pie plate that still has ‘Siemens’ written on the
bottom. I think about the blessings of childhood with Anna Daisy as
Mom.

But from everlasting to everlasting
the
Lord’s love is with those who fear him, and his
righteousness with their children’s children—with those who keep
his covenant and remember to obey his precepts.
Psalm 103:17-18

The comfort of this new home is
beyond expectations – our children chose wisely.

May your unfailing love be my
comfort, according to your promise to your servant.
Psalm 119:76

My
dear husband is enjoying ‘the walk’ to the pond in our back yard.

For you, Lord, have delivered me from
death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling, that I may walk
before the Lord in the land of the living. Psalm 118:8-9

Worship
with our new church family fills our hearts with thanksgiving and
joy.

Worship the
Lord in
the splendor of his holiness; tremble before him, all the earth.

Psalm 96:9

And
then I note, “The cookie jar is full.” And I smile. My ‘cookie
jar of life’ is running over with goodness and joy.

You anoint my head with oil; my cup
overflows. Surely your goodness and love will follow me
all the
days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the
Lord
forever. Psalm 23:5b-6
There are many more blessings that I count, one by one.  But it is
enough to remember these few with love and adoration of our God and
Father.  For in doing so, I find peace and comfort and joy!  I know that
our Lord is faithful.
But you, Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness. Psalm 86:15

From Anna Daisy Siemens’ article,
Bloom Where You Are Planted, I find a poem of thanksgiving.
In this article Mother uses an example of old fashioned flowers
wishing to be transplanted to a fashionable garden of beauty. When
Ed and I walked to the pond Sunday, we saw in the greenness of grass,
one lonely dandelion, blooming where it was planted. Its beauty was
noted by the rain clouds, various birds, but few others could
appreciate its brilliant beauty. Yet, this only dandelion bloomed
where it was planted.

Now we have been transplanted to
another area of God’s Garden. How will we serve where we are? First, we give our praise and thankfulness to our Father in Heaven. And His
Will will be done.

And I ponder this poem Mother wrote
long ago:

So taste the joys of every
minute,
Sip
each drop of honey in it;
Add
some spice – a lemon sour
Does
not last beyond the hour.
Linger then, and slowly savor
Every
true delightful flavor.
On
our past we’ve drawn the curtain,
All
tomorrows are uncertain;
But
this moment, sweet obsession,
This I hold in my possession.

(ADS)

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