Daily Archives: November 20, 2017


It is the strange thoughts that amble through my day that often give me pause and bring a whole new perspective to be thankful.

A random pop-up of a FB live caught my eye. I tuned in expecting to just stay a couple minutes and ended up enjoying a Friday night hour long “tea” of song and Gratitude Attitude wisdom that is still settling in my soul.

Being thankful in all things. All things. At all times. Even when everything has gone wrong from the get-go.

“The One who breaks open the way will go up before them; they will break through the gate and go out. Their King will pass through before them, the LORD at their head.”~Micah 2:13

Out and about today. Running errands. Talking to people. Letting the One who breaks open the way before me actually break open the way. Opening spiritual eyes.

Centering on the One who breaks open the way – His way. The LORD. Yeshua.  The WORD – who took on a human name for us. A name in Hebrew that means: “GOD is Salvation”.

A sunny day to sit on the patio. Watch the dogs roll in the dirt and a kitten pounce on a leaf. Listen to an old carol surface on the breeze as I finished hanging lights outside. Words that had puzzled me as a child but now strikes me with so much love.

“Myrrh is mine: it’s bitter perfume
Breaths a life of gathering gloom.
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.”

“Glorious now behold Him arise,
King and God and Sacrifice.
Alleluia, alleluia!
Sounds through the earth and skies.”

Gratitude. Attitude.

Still more to do tomorrow. More time to fall and figure out how to stand back up. Being thankful in all things at all times in all ways. Even when the brokenness is more than I think I can bear. That’s where this month has led me. A Gratitude Attitude that I don’t want to lose in the busyness of life.

“Pray without ceasing. Give thanks in everything, for this is the will of God in Yeshua The Messiah among you. Do not quench the Spirit. Do not reject prophecy. Examine everything and hold what is excellent. Flee from every evil matter. But The God of peace shall make all of you perfectly holy and shall keep your whole spirit, soul and body without fault for the arrival of Our Lord Yeshua The Messiah. Faithful is he who has called you; it is he who shall perform it.”~1 Thes 5:17-2420160904_205845


The Gratitude Attitude kicked in at 7:06 A.M. I am so thankful for God’s blessing of an internal time clocks.

My internal alarm clock still works. Once a week or so, I have to test it out, just to see if I still can do it. It may be a couple minutes off here or there, but that is the nice thing about retirement. Time may be speeding up but we aren’t obligated to keep up with it anymore.

Sunday mornings are a good time for me to check out the “alarm clock” since I kinda like getting to church early. Time to pray. Time to center myself. Time for Grace.

I actually taught myself to set my internal clock back in college when there was no such thing as a reliable alarm clock in my life. Either it was broken or I’d forget to set it or I didn’t check the time on the clock to make sure it was right – or one of my rooming-house mates had borrowed it and re-set it for their time..in their room upstairs or downstairs from me.

College in the 70’s was interesting in more ways than one.

“It is good to give thanks to the LORD,
to sing praises to the Most High.
It is good to proclaim your unfailing love in the morning,
your faithfulness in the evening,”

I was thinking about those long ago Sundays this morning as I watched the band and the praise choir assemble on stage. Back in the 70’s I was singing in very formal church choirs, singing amazing choral works usually with my choir director from OSU. Sometimes, he would get me a job as a soloist for other churches, but mostly he kept me busy being a section leader and soloist for him. During sermons, I wrote poetry, or daydreamed, or looked over the music for next week or planned my week or ……..

I think you’ve got the idea. I wasn’t listening too much in church except for the music.

However, there were some Saturdays back then when I would walk to a couple different churches that would offer a time of “folk” worship. All those old camp songs or hymns played with a guitar – usually in a basement – the youth minister wearing bell-bottom jeans (as we all did) – was an interesting change of pace. And during the “talk”, I would write poetry, or daydream…….

“You thrill me, LORD, with all you have done for me!
I sing for joy because of what you have done.
O LORD, what great works you do!
And how deep are your thoughts.
Only a simpleton would not know…”

These days music is secondary. I sit in a chair – not a pew – in jean casual – I kinda sing – but mostly I wait. Not to hear the music. Not to sing the music. To wait. To wait upon the WORD. I don’t write poetry (well not in church – – – much) – I don’t daydream – or any of those other things that seemed so important when I was younger.

I’m thinkin’ I was pretty much a first class simpleton back then.

I do miss standing in a quartet with harmonizing voices. I do miss the dissonance and the harmonics that would ring through my soul and lift me as close to God as I thought was possible. I was wrong. The WORD has transplanted me into the gardens of the LORD’s own house. The music I hear now far surpasses anything I’ve ever experienced.

He is my staff. He is my melody. He is my harmony. He is the rock that my roots wrap around and hold to – – – tightly – – – ever so tightly. He is my Gratitude Attitude in my internal alarm clock.

“But the godly will flourish like palm trees
and grow strong like the cedars of Lebanon.
For they are transplanted to the LORD’s own house.
They flourish in the courts of our God.
Even in old age they will still produce fruit;
they will remain vital and green.
They will declare, “The LORD is just!
He is my rock!
There is no evil in him!”~Ps 92 [google images]