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Thank-filled Thursdays Week 2

This has been such a busy, busy week, I am ashamed to say that I sat at my computer for a little while trying to think of something I am thankful for today.  It’s not that I don’t have anything to be thankful for, or that my heart has been in a grumbly mood. I just have not stepped off the merry-go-round of life to take a moment to focus on being grateful. My mind has been immersed in my to-do list. Craft show preparations… wedding plans… packing for a trip to Montana… preparing Sunday School lessons…canning…and writing.
We do this, don’t we. We get all caught up in life and forget to stop and say thanks. It sounds so ridiculous as I write this, giving thanks to my Creator is so much more important than anything on my to-do list. It’s healthy for my heart, too.  The tyranny of the urgent shadows the true need of my heart if I am not careful.  Maybe you fall into that, too. Stop today and tell God something you are thankful for.
Today I am thankful for: Peace in my heart. Not just ordinary peace that fluctuates with circumstances or moods. A peace that surpasses comprehension. A peace that can guide my soul even in an overbooked schedule and a project I feel is bigger than I am.  Peace. Ahhh! Wonderful peace!

What are you thankful for today? Let me know in the comments below!


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