The older I get the more truth I find in an old cliché—Whatever gets your attention gets you. Some mornings, it’s my aches and pains that get my attention.
I’ve found that when my mind is full of misery, I’m mighty miserly in my praise for God. Instead of focusing on a sore muscle or a stiff joint, I make it a point to learn from David who contemplated the splendid and wonderful things of God: For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well (Psalm 139).
When was the last time you considered how “wonderfully” you are made? Here are three facts to get you started.
- You are unique: When you were still in your mother’s womb, you developed your fingerprints when you were three months old.
- You are a person of rhythm: At 80 beats per minute, your heart beats about 4,800 times an hour or 115,200 times a year pumping blood through the 100,000 miles of blood vessels in your body.
- You are no dimwit. When you are awake, your brain is producing enough electricity to light a lightbulb.
Each of us is unique and have a special purpose in the grand scheme of life as designed by God.
This may be what the Apostle Paul had in mind when he said: We are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them (Ephesians 2:10); or, as The Voice says, we are the product of His hand, heaven’s poetry etched on lives.
It happened yesterday; it was one of those bright light moments of fresh comprehension. As I was reading
Yesterday I encouraged you to take a few moments each day to focus on the goodness of God (GoG).. As I brewed my first cup of coffee this morning, a few GoG Scriptures began to percolate through my mind. Two of these are the grounds that can make for a robust week:
Social media has found an unwelcome guest in the form of fake news. This strange bedfellow forces us to look beneath the bed sheets to validate the integrity of the stories being told—are they truth’s faithful companion or are they legends and lies?
When you find yourself a bit frazzled and frayed by the various stressors you encounter each week, where do you go to find solace? Some people find a sanctuary in solitude and silence.
How long would it take you to make a summary statement of your life? How many words do you think it would take?
Two of my childhood friends were Dick and Jane and their dog Spot. From the moment I met them, I’ve had a love for reading. Even when school recessed for the Summer, I rode my bicycle to the library two or three times a week to check out books.
