I will praise the name of God with a song, and will magnify him with thanksgiving. -Psalm 69:30
I just got back from the banks – yes, more than one. My husband believes in spreading the wealth, ‘er – I mean, debt, around. It’s a rainy, overcast day. The kind where drivers pull out in front of you on a regular basis, and then scowl at you as they pass.
After the first transaction was completed, the round do-hickey (the thing with the money in it. I used to work at a bank and should know what that’s called) dropped down, and I waited for the ‘thank you’ from the teller. Nothing. Not a word. Oh, well. Everyone’s in a bad mood today? So I proceeded to the second bank. Here came the holder through the chute, dropped, and … nothing. No thank you. Not even the innocuous ‘have a nice day.’
Now I mentioned I used to work for a bank. We would be written up on the spot if we did not thank our customers. Perhaps things have changed, but I don’t think it’s for the better.
On the way home, I thought of how often I forget to say ‘thank you.’ How much in my life do I take for granted? I drove home in my nice car to a nice house. I thanked God for my car and for a home to go to. I thanked him for the money to deposit into the bank, so that I could make payments – even for money to make the payment to a credit card I need to get rid of.
I thank God every day for the ability to write, and continue to ask Him for the words to write. And when I finish a piece, no matter what it is, I need to thank Him. Whether it’s a devotional, a teaching article, a children’s poem, or even – a post to a blog, I thank God for His granting me the privilege. At the end of everything I write, I’ll add that invisible line that says, “Thank you, God, for giving this to me.” See? It’s right below this post….
Prayer: Lord, thank you. You are the source of all I am, all I will be, and all I will create. Please guide and direct me by the power of Your Holy Spirit. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
