:Tree:

I have decided, since having kids, that one of the most difficult and potentially awkward questions for new parents to have to answer is: "do you plan on having any more?"

It's not actually that the question is, in and of itself, that awkward. And it's really not an issue of whether or not I (or most parents, for that matter) have a problem answering it. It has more to do with the way in which people respond to your answer. In fact, I would argue that this is pretty well the reason any question becomes awkward: the asker's response to the askee's answer.

We're all familiar with the scenario: person approaches new parent, sees cute little baby, attempts to pinch said baby's cheeks whilst dodging the flailing attempts of the mother to block this stranger from passing now goodness-knows-what germs to their beloved little one, and after this awkward exchange occurs, the conversation ensues (I should note here that this occasionally happens with relatives and non-strangers as well, though there is generally less germ-avoidance involved in those cases). Inevitably, the question of whether or not more children are on the horizon comes up, and the parent will coincidently give their answer, only to receive a response that, most times, would be enough to wilt an oak tree. 

This seems to be the case no matter what answer the poor parent gives: the asker always seems to have a differing view on whether or not it is worthwhile to birth or not to birth, or how long you should separate your children by, or whatever it may be.

And I really have to wonder: if you are going to disagree so vehemently with the parent in question, why do you bother asking in the first place? What I mean is; if you're just looking for an opportunity to voice YOUR opinion on children and family planning, then just give your opinion, instead of hiding behind a seeming curiosity regarding someone else's family planning habits. Or, at least, make sure that when they DO voice their thoughts (after all, you asked the question), you treat it as a valid response, realizing that they likely have a good grip on their own person, at least more so than a complete stranger would.

And the point of all this?

First, to discover that I actually DO have an opinion on this...which is news to me. Huh. There's my new thing for the day.

But the real reason is this: coming up on Christmas, there's another, almost equally as awkward, similarly volatile question that floats around, causing conversational avoidance en-masse:

"Do you have a fake tree, or did you get a real one?"

Everyone has their reasons why one or the other is best, and everyone seems to have an opinion on whether or not the other person is rot regarding his or her view on this festive dead plant (or plastic shrub). Personally, I'm a huge fan of the real trees... But I currently have an artificial one up in my living room because I didn't have the time this season to go up into the hills and cut one down (yay for Canada's crown land laws!), nor did I care to spend exorbitant amounts on a pre-cut shrub that has been dead and dropping needles for three weeks already.

All this being said: it's the "family planning" question of the Christmas season. Don't deny it: you've received the dirty looks regarding your Yule-tree choices over the years. You've endured the scorn and the ridicule, and wondered whether or not it was even worth opening your mouth in answer to the question in the first place.

I say it is. Because it's you. Doesn't matter what the other people say. I love real trees. I'm a real tree guy. I'm cheating on my real tree right now by keeping a fake one in my living room. But I've come to grips with that. 

Surely, if I can be okay living with my festive shrubbery choices, you can, too? 

:Pencil:

My name is Sam, and I am somewhat addicted to office supplies.

I don't know what it is, but I am. Whether it's the clean, fresh look of a brand-new 10-cent notebook (or a stack of thirty for only $3!), the sharpness of a new highlighter, or the novelty of owning 27 different shades of Sharpies, there's just something about all things stationery that draws me in.

I'm not even kidding--these things full-on inspire me. I've got poetry and short pieces of prose I've written in ode to a new pen or a blank sheet of paper (ironically enough, neither of which are new OR blank by the time the piece is finished being written). Empty journals beg me to fill them, blank papers scream to be noticed. 

The smell of a freshly sharpened pencil--the taste of the wood and cheap paint as you ponder a thought before writing... The feel of the callouses on your fingers every time you pick up a pen after a long separation from this tangible extension of your imagination...

For me, there is very little that compares with the feeling of approaching a new writing project or exercise with a new medium or method of transferring thought to paper (and, in an INCREDIBLE break from my self-proclaimed love of the physical, tangible, "real thing"), or filling the blankness of a white screen with line upon line of thought.

I feel like when stores hire marketing executives, they hire specific. As in specifically for me. It's like Staples and Walmart and Chapters and all these places get together every back-to-school season and sit down to figure out what is going to tempt me most to come in to their stores and purchase sixty new pens (I already have a gallon-sized ziplock of them at home). I somehow have to fight the urge to drool over the flyers much as a kid drools over advertisements from Toys 'R' Us, or the local bulk food candy store. And then I have to stand strong as I walk past the shelves upon shelves of back to school supplies, always located conveniently to your left or right IMMEDIATELY once you walk into any major box store anytime after the beginning of August. 

And the thing is,  I don't even always want to buy these things just because I need them... Matter of fact, often, I don't (and thank goodness I've been able to translate that into generally not buying them)...it's an urge because I just want them. It's like some kind of weird infatuation. 

Maybe it's because it feels like in some way I am 'buying inspiration'. Maybe I feel like it'll spark some latent creativity...maybe it's a somewhat Pavlovian response to the fact that these inanimate objects have, indeed, fostered creativity in the past...much as the proverbial 'new page' has given many a man a new start in life.

Most people don't understand what's so exciting about a pen. Or a journal. Or a highlighter. But I've come to grips with that. I don't need everyone to understand...

...just so long as they keep making office supplies.

My name is Sam, and I am *somewhat* addicted to office supplies.

:Photos:

My name is Sam, and I dislike being in photos.

Forget forcing a smile-- I dislike being in photos, period. I'm not exactly sure why, but it's the truth.

Maybe it's a learned behaviour, going back generations in the family; something I picked up from my Mother's Father...who also avoids photos at all cost. His philosophy? If I'm paying for photos, then I'll sit, and smile, and take nice photos. If not, why am I taking photos? Everyone that matters knows I'm here, and remembers that I was at this or that event...

Maybe it's a survival tactic--an avoidance method perfected over the years and years of dealing with relatives who, whenever they have a camera within arms' reach, constantly call for those in the room to pose or look at the camera, rather than engaging in the wonderful world that is "candid photography". I mean, really, does anyone look for a camera when they're holdding a conversation, just so they can look at it? Nope. So if I'm looking at a camera for a posed shot that is supposed to be an accurate representation of the enjoyable evening I just shared discussing pretzel prices in Peru, it has already failed at its mission. Sad. Such a short lived mission, too.

Maybe it's related to a self-image issue (or is it an accurate reaction?), due to how I feel I look in said photos...my nose is a funny shape, my teeth are crooked, and I'm tall and thin as a GUMBY on growth hormones. Obviously, if I was as dashing as Joseph Gordon-Levitt, or as tempting as Chris Hemsworth, I'd take my shirt off and prance about in front of the camera, or suit up and strut my stuff wherever I figured the nearest camera would be. But I'm not, so I tend toward the side of the population that doesn't seem destined to appear sexy in every single photograph taken...and therefore tends also toward seeing oneself as at least somewhat un-photogenic.  

My wife says that all of this doesn't matter. 

Now, I should clarify this, and say that by this statement, she's not saying that my thoughts or opinions are invalid or pointless, or that I might not have a realistic perspective in any or all of these areas (although I like to think she finds me as gorgeous as any of the men above)...she's simply saying that these photos are important. It's a documentation method. Turns out, the fact that my parents took a thousand photos a day of me as a baby didn't mean I was stockpiling "get out of photos free" cards to pull out and use in the future. I suppose I could argue the theory that taking a photo steals part of your soul, as some cultures believe... but then I guess I'd be resigning myself to the fact that I am slowly becoming soul-less, and probably will be completely devoid of all soul-ness when I reach 65...which doesn't sound like a very attractive retirement plan to me, when I sit down and think about it.

So I'm left with this fun little catch-22; having no valid excuse to use to avoid photos, and yet understanding that these moments in time are indeed fleeting, and I may never have the opportunity again to speak about pretzel prices or suit up and prance about, and should probably just allow the opportunities to be taken, before they're gone.

Besides, there's a hole in my Grandfather's logic...being Dutch, what ON EARTH is he doing PAYING for having photos taken? Shouldn't he be ecstatic at all the free photo ops he can get his hands on?

So... understand their value? Yes. 

Love taking them? Yes. 

Admit that sometimes they turn out great despite the fact that I'm in them? Okay. 

Love being in them? Well...

My name is Sam, and I dislike being in photos.

:Write:

I've made it a personal goal to write SOMETHING every day.

This has become easier as of late, because things have really slowed down at work. The summer tourists are gone, and with them, the easy nights of not having to think in order to find work...the nights where it just comes to you.

It sounds on some level like a lofty goal, but really, it's not. 

Rather, it's wide open (which could, in and of itself, make it more complicated some nights).

See, the goal doesn't state WHAT I have to write... Merely THAT I write. So I have been having fun with it. Blogging, letters, random thoughts, etc.

The newest thing I have re-picked-up (haha, how's that for writing?) is poetry. I haven't even really dabbled much in poetry since high school, which is when I first explored the genre. It came along with my songwriting, kind of a natural extension of the craft.

But, similarly to my songwriting, it followed the emotions and feelings of my life to a very strict degree, seldom deviating from that subject matter which is so readily available to teenagers at a moment' snot ice. Wow. I love auto correct. It just turned "moment's notice" into what you just read above...

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Beautiful.

And it definitely makes more sense than what I was trying to type, no?

Anyway, I've recently discovered the joy of magnetic poetry on my iPad. So I guess it isn't really magnetic, then, but you get the picture.

And as a result, I've begun to explore abstract poetry. Sentences that don't necessarily make sense on the surface, but paint a picture in your head somehow that makes your thoughts run.....oh....somewhere. Anywhere.

Phrases which borrow the beauty inherent in words, and strings it together along some metric until you are left with something which flows, breathes, and sparks.

It's been fun. And the interpretations I've received from the few who have read it are as varied as I had hoped they would be. You see, to me, words should inspire. They should ignite. Poetry can paint a clear picture, with a clear message in mind, or it can splash some colours on the wall of your skull and see what your mind interprets from the mayhem. I feel like I've found both, somehow, in a way that I, at least, enjoy.

I hope you can, also.

:Always:

“Live in peace with each other. 14 And we urge you, brothers and sisters, warn those who are idle and disruptive, encourage the disheartened, help the weak, be patient with everyone. 15 Make sure that nobody pays back wrong for wrong, but always strive to do what is good for each other and for everyone else.

 

16 Rejoice always, 17 pray continually, 18 give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.

 

19 Do not quench the Spirit. 20 Do not treat prophecies with contempt 21 but test them all; hold on to what is good, 22 reject every kind of evil.

 

23 May God himself, the God of peace, sanctify you through and through. May your whole spirit, soul and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. 24 The one who calls you is faithful, and he will do it.”

 

The first week of December this year will mark 6 years since I came and “auditioned” for the position of worship leader here. Wow.

 

One of the first things that grabbed my attention when I was in the interview process with Ron and the lead team here at The Well was one particular line in our vision and mission statement:

 

We also believe that prayer is as important as the air we breathe.

 

Now, there's a lot of other good stuff in our vision statement, and plenty of exciting stuff to put your time and energy into if you get involved in the down-to-earth, nitty-gritty of the vision we claim as a church.

 

But for some reason or another, THIS line is the one that I remember jumping out at me. THIS line made me stop and think. I was curious to see this. To see how it all worked out.

 

And 6 years later, it's still jumping out at me. I know I've dragged it out in messages before. I know Ron's talked about it. We've done months of prayer, and 48-hour prayer weekends, and stations of prayer during services in church.

 

But this line STILL makes me stop and think.

 

And I guess, in a way, I'm still curious to see this. To see how it all works out.

 

See, we've talked over this past year particularly about these memorials that the Israelites set up to remind themselves of what God had done for them in the past. We've started up this “memorial jar” of things we're thankful for or ways we've seen God at work in our lives and the life of the church here. We talked about living out of an attitude of thankfulness last week with Thanksgiving, and how easy it is to forget...how simple it is to break or dismantle those memorials (much like our jar broke) and forget...to lose focus...to center our lives on something else...

 

But then that line comes back to me: WE ALSO BELIEVE THAT PRAYER IS AS IMPORTANT AS THE AIR WE BREATHE...

 

If that's the case, HOW CAN WE center our lives on something else?

 

In theory, if it's our very breath, then our life depends on it. Not just us, personally, but perhaps even more so, our life as a church, as a congregation in this community.

 

If we stop breathing, don't we also stop living?

 

 

Now, this has been rattling around in my brain for quite some time, now. Like I said, it's the thing that jumped out at me right from the get-go six years ago. But really, it's been shoved into the limelight in my life in a bunch of ways lately that just won't leave me alone.

 

Okay, so one way in particular that won't leave me alone. And I'm glad she doesn't.

 

Maelle has been, from time to time, like most kids, a challenge. She's kept us on our toes, and taught us more about ourselves and each other than we possibly knew before. She has made us laugh, cry, tested our patience, and scared the heck out of us plenty of times.

 

A few months back, Milena looked at me after Maelle had been up to something for the millionth time after being told no, and said: “It's a miracle any of us ever turn out as decent people”. It's a funny statement, but it made me think about how we learn. We learn, from a young age, by having the lessons in life repeated again and again and again and again and again... over and over and over until we understand, and it changes the way we behave in that particular scenario.

 

And I don't know what happened, but somewhere along the line, for me, anyway, I began to get frustrated with having the same lesson put in front of me all the time. I hit a point in life where I'd look at a situation, and wonder why I had to learn this lesson all over again... why I had to go through this, rehash it, over and over and over again... but then, if I have to learn it, DID I ever learn it in the first place? If I had already learned it, I'd have the answer—the appropriate response—and it wouldn't be a lesson that was staring me in the face right now. I'd just move through, on to the next thing.

 

If I have already learned that 2+2=4, it's not a lesson every time I face it. I already know it.

 

So we've been working with Maelle, as every parent does with their young kids, on teaching her how she should live and respond to other people...what things she should say or not say, the things that she should and shouldn't do...trying to teach her important values that will help her later on in life.

 

And in that, God has been using her as he has been teaching me immense lessons about the passage I read at the start of the message.

 

Let's read it again:

 

MESSAGE

“13-15 Get along among yourselves, each of you doing your part. Our counsel is that you warn the freeloaders to get a move on. Gently encourage the stragglers, and reach out for the exhausted, pulling them to their feet. Be patient with each person, attentive to individual needs. And be careful that when you get on each other’s nerves you don’t snap at each other. Look for the best in each other, and always do your best to bring it out.

 

16-18 Be cheerful no matter what; pray all the time; thank God no matter what happens. This is the way God wants you who belong to Christ Jesus to live.

 

19-22 Don’t suppress the Spirit, and don’t stifle those who have a word from the Master. On the other hand, don’t be gullible. Check out everything, and keep only what’s good. Throw out anything tainted with evil.

 

23-24 May God himself, the God who makes everything holy and whole, make you holy and whole, put you together—spirit, soul, and body—and keep you fit for the coming of our Master, Jesus Christ. The One who called you is completely dependable. If he said it, he’ll do it!”

 

 

This whole passage is SATURATED, positively SOAKED in prayer. Paul is speaking these things to the church in Thessalonica, trying to remind them and teach them how to “be decent people”, in a sense, but can you HEAR the heart of prayer behind these words? Paul is PRAYING these words over this church even as he writes them on the page as encouragement.

 

The center section is the part that God has been placing in front of me so often lately. It's a lesson where I still have a lot to learn:

 

16 Rejoice always, 17 pray continually, 18 give thanks in all circumstances;

 

Always.

 

Continually.

 

In ALL circumstances.

 

Yikes. Those are hard words. Absolutes. They don't leave room for exceptions.

 

Always?

 

Continually?

 

In ALL circumstances?

 

Yeah, I fall short. Way short. Thank goodness that God doesn't give up on us, but instead, like a parent, keep teaching the lesson over and over and over again.

 

REJOICE. PRAY. GIVE THANKS.

 

NO MATTER WHAT.

 

As Ron shared last week, after I spoke in April, and challenged us all to find some way of creating these “memorials” in our lives, with a thankfulness jar, or something along those lines, Milena and I started one, where we'd stick things that we were thankful for. It's a simple, easy way to just begin to get into that mindset of rejoicing, praying, and giving thanks. But it's easy to forget. SO EASY.

 

Enter Maelle. She's been seeing us as we've struggled with trying to make these “attitudes of the heart” a habit... as we've sought to make these things a natural response to life as it happens around us.

 

She's been watching as her Daddy says to her over and over again that even when things don't go the way we want them to, we need to be thankful that we get the chance to keep moving forward and try again.

 

She's been watching as her Mommy asks her every night to list the things that she's thankful for, and tell God what they are.

 

But she's also been watching when her Daddy comes home, worn out and tired from work, frustrated at the pace of work, the hours, the pay...and complains to Mommy, rather than being thankful that he even has a job, and is able to work to help provide for his family.

 

And she's been watching when her Mommy calls Daddy, frustrated that things aren't working out, and the kids won't sleep, and...

 

She's been watching.

 

And even though she's never heard or read this passage yet, she's taught me more in the past six months about what this passage means than I ever knew before.

 

Then a couple of weeks ago, I was thinking through the whole concept of our thankfulness jar (now a thankfulness “tree”), and why it was so easy to forget to just do it...and thinking about what I might speak about this week, and thinking ahead to Ron's message this past week—trying to plan the service for it, and Maelle was watching a movie.

 

I wasn't even really sure what movie she was watching, until this came on: (play video: “Thank You Song Girl”)

 

And it hit me how simple and true that statement is--

 

A thankful heart is a happy heart.

 

Listen to the words for a minute:

“I thank God for this day, for the sun in the sky,

for my Mom and my Dad, for my piece of apple pie

for my home on the ground, for His love that's all around,

That's why I say “Thanks” every day...

Because a thankful heart is a happy heart,

I'm glad for what I have; that's an easy way to start.

For the love that He shares, cuz he listens to my prayers,

That's why I say “Thanks” every day.”

 

A thankful heart, a heart that gives thanks regardless of the circumstances, is a happy heart—a heart that rejoices always.

 

And lo and behold, by simply saying “thanks”, you're offering up a prayer.

 

So maybe thanking God for what we have is JUST THAT... an easy way to start... to start being thankful in all circumstances... to start rejoicing always... and to start praying continually...

 

Woah. (And now you see how my mind works...)

 

All this from Veggie Tales. Who knew that they were summing up this passage in a simple song?

 

This song has become one of Maelle's favorite songs...and she'll quote it all the time, reminding me that “a thankful heart is a happy heart”. It's both heartwarming as a parent to see her taking this to heart, and at the same time, it hits me as a severe challenge in an area I KNOW I fall down in so often.

 

Maelle has also grabbed hold of another simple truth I so often forget—NOTHING is too small to thank God for. She'll thank him for her potatoes at dinner. For the color “oyndge”. For the bug that she saw outside. For seeing a friend. For the blueberries she got before bed. For watching a movie. For Christmas last year. For blowing her nose. For the doctor. For... the list goes on.

 

And I can't help but wonder... where did I lose that thankfulness?

 

What is it that happens in life that causes us to think that things are too trivial... that we're too busy... that God doesn't really care, doesn't listen to our prayers?

 

Where do we learn this idea that causes us to only go to God when things are hard? TO ask for help when we need it, or for things or money when we want them?

 

I mean, think about any other major relationship in your life...your parents, your siblings, your husband, your wife, best friends, etc...do you only talk to those people when you NEED SOMETHING from them? When something is going wrong?

 

No! We talk to these people all the time! About the good AND the bad... about the exciting AND the mundane! About EVERYTHING! And we don't sit there worrying about whether or not what we have to say to them is important enough to bother them with, or if they're going to care about it or not—we just say it!

 

Again, enter Maelle. And enter the childlike faith.

 

And now I understand.

 

We're called, by Jesus, to have childlike faith. So often, we think of this as a blind acceptance of what we've been told... or as something that's simplistic...

 

And, while it may be simple, it's not simplistic. While it may be simple, it's downright complicated. But somehow, our kids get it, while we don't.

 

In Genesis, we read about Adam and Eve—the first people on earth, walking with God in the evening, in the garden he had made for them to live in. You get the sense that God just came to meet with them every day, to hang out, to chat... to talk about life. They were God's children. God was their father.

 

'How are things going in the garden?'

 

'What did you do today?'

 

Anything. Anything at all. And not because God particularly NEEDED to know, but because he WANTED to know. He had created these people, and wanted to be a part of their lives, as much as his very breath and life was in them. God cared about it all. So he wanted to hear it all.

 

And then, came the fall. Adam and Eve disobeyed, rebelled, and were ashamed of it. They were afraid to share it with God. They experienced separation.

 

And I'd imagine, with that separation, a sense of “does God REALLY care about all these little things in my life anymore?”... “Does he REALLY want to know all of this... or just the really big things?”

 

See, when we're in close, meaningful, intimate relationship with someone, we don't have to question these things. We just KNOW.

 

When there's separation, the insecurity sets in.

 

The thing is, that separation doesn't need to be there anymore. In fact, through Christ, that separation ISN'T there anymore. His sacrifice on the cross tore down that wall for good. We are God's children. He IS our father.

 

And God wants to know what's going on in our lives. All of it. He cares! It matters to him! He created us to be in that relationship with him where we don't have to question these things... we just KNOW!

 

So faith like a child—faith that my father, my Daddy, cares about EVERYTHING that's going on in my life enough to say to me:

 

16 Rejoice always, 17 pray without ceasing, 18 give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.

 

Wow. He wants to hear from me ALL THE TIME.

 

See, I think that separation occurs for us when we believe we can do it on our own.

 

Adam and Eve took things into their own hands and chose to rebel against God, choosing to do it on their own, almost questioning whether or not what God had said was true...forgetting that he was the very breath inside of their bodies.

 

We tend to almost ignore or forget God, unless we feel like we need him. So when things are going well, we don't pray as often, or at all. When we can see our way through our problems, we don't give thanks, we just pat ourselves on the back. When we accomplish something, we rejoice in ourselves.

Almost as if we can do it on our own. Forgetting that without God, we can't even breathe, let alone make these choices or take the next step.

 

We can't breathe on our own. It's God's breath that is in us, giving us life. Take God out of the picture for even a moment, and we would all cease to be. We NEED his breath to live.

 

We NEED to breathe.

 

So, for us here at The Well... do

 

We also believe that prayer is as important as the air we breathe?

 

If so, how do we demonstrate that? Do our neighbours see us rejoicing always, praying continually, and giving thanks in all circumstances? Do we see each other doing this? When you think of The Well, do you think of prayer?

 

If so, great. If not...does that mean we aren't breathing?

 

Let's watch this again: (play video: “Thank You Song Junior Asparagus”)

 

A thankful heart, a heart that gives thanks regardless of the circumstances, is a happy heart—a heart that rejoices always.

 

And lo and behold, by simply saying “thanks”, you're offering up a prayer.

 

So maybe thanking God for what we have is JUST THAT... an easy way to start... to start being thankful in all circumstances... to start rejoicing always... and to start praying continually...

 

Woah.

 

So now what? How do we start Rejoicing always? How do we pray continually? How do we give thanks in all circumstances?

 

I don't know.

 

And what I mean by that is, I'm still learning. I don't have all the answers, I've only got some ideas. And I have a little girl who reminds me all the time, as she thanks God for every little thing in her life, and sings that a thankful heart is a happy heart.

 

Turns out, it IS an easy way to start.

 

So I'm going to put that challenge in front of us again. This is the fourth time, now. Even if you think you're a pretty thankful person, let's do this together. Get yourself a jar. Make yourself a tree. Buy window markers and scribble it on your bathroom mirror. Whatever.

 

DO WHATEVER IT TAKES to write down ONE THING, JUST ONE THING every day (more if you want, but start with one!) that you are thankful for. And it doesn't matter if it's the same thing you've written before... if it's what comes to mind, be thankful for it!

 

It can be a new car. It can be a new job. It could be  potatoes at dinner. For the color “oyndge”. For the bug that you saw outside. For seeing a friend. For the blueberries you got before bed. For watching a movie. For Christmas last year. For blowing your nose. For the doctor. For... the list goes on... NOTHING is too small.

 

Simply by doing this, you'll be rejoicing always in the things that God has given you and done in your life. You'll be praying prayers of thanks continually, as you write these things out. And you'll be giving thanks in all circumstances by engaging an attitude of thankfulness EVERY DAY.

 

This should be as natural to us as breathing. It should be as important to us as the air we breathe. Let's be the church that people think of when they hear the word “prayer”. Let's be the people who know, believe, and REVEL in the fact that we have a God who wants to walk with us, and hear what's going on with us SO MUCH that His only SON gave up his life so that the separation between us could be erased.

 

Seriously, if we can't at least write THAT as something we're thankful for on a slip of paper every day, where are we?

 

It's humbling to me at times to think that there are things that my children grasp in a deeper sense than I do... things that they have an easier time walking out from day to day.

 

But then I remember what I mentioned earlier—we've been challenged to live life with the faith of a child. So maybe it's not something to be threatened by... but rather something to be thankful for. I have a living, breathing example running around my house every day, keeping me up at night, and reminding me almost daily that:

 

“Daddy, a sankfow hawt is a happy hawt!”.

 

It really IS an easy way to start.

 

 

 

 

I think this passage is such a beautiful encouragement and prayer. God inspired these words in Paul's heart through the Holy Spirit, as a prayer to build into the church he was ministering to, and I want to use them as a prayer of blessing over all of us here today:

 

“Be at peace among yourselves. 14 And we urge you, brothers, admonish the idle,[c] encourage the fainthearted, help the weak, be patient with them all. 15 See that no one repays anyone evil for evil, but always seek to do good to one another and to everyone.

 

16 Rejoice always, 17 pray without ceasing, 18 give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.

 

19 Do not quench the Spirit. 20 Do not despise prophecies, 21 but test everything; hold fast what is good. 22 Abstain from every form of evil.

 

23 Now may the God of peace himself sanctify you completely, and may your whole spirit and soul and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. 24 He who calls you is faithful; he will surely do it.”

 

Amen.