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Okay…here goes. I’m trying to get back into the writing thing since vacation. Besides missing the beauty of Alaska, I am missing my grand babies terribly, so I will dive back into writing my thoughts in this little space of mine.
On the first day of travels – basically a day in the airport – I just found myself saying “Thank You” to myself a lot.
Checking our luggage to it’s final destination – “Thank You”
Making it through security – “Thank You”
Finding a nice spot in a restaurant with Mr. Wonderful to enjoy some down time before the adventure began – again – “Thank You”
Handing our boarding passes over to the attendant – “Thank You”
Once the airplane had taken off and we were in the air Mr. Wonderful leaned over and said, “A few years ago I would have never imagined taking this trip and not worrying about what we would live on when we got home. The only thing that comes to mind is…”Thank You”! Weird, huh.”
He had no idea what had been swirling around in my head because I had not verbalized it. I wanted to sit with it for a little bit and just see why those words were following me around. So when he made that comment I got it.
“Thank You” was my diamond.
My spirit of worship had taken over and all I could do was offer up the only two words I knew to express my gratitude for all the Lord had done for us. It was a continual offering because of His goodness.
Psalm 100:4 began flashing across the billboard of my mind. “Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name.”
However, there seemed to be more to it.
Then this…”Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires (secret petitions) of your heart.” (Psalm 34:4)
Could it possibly be that Father was thanking me for delighting and trusting in him through it all? That this secret petition (being able to travel) was being granted because of His love for me?
I don’t know, but all I can say is…
It really doesn’t matter the language…it still doesn’t seem enough.