My heart overflows with gratitude while I ponder your wonderful ways.

You grant the desires of my heart by making my heart desire what I have.

You answer my prayers to change the situation by changing me.

My cup runneth over with contentment as I realize your blessings are more than I wanted.

You, Oh Lord, are marvelous in your ways. You, who can change the heart, You who can fashion the mind, You who can mold the character, You who can save the soul.

Unto you, Oh Lord, I give all glory, You who have caused me to forget my former widowhood. You have removed the pain of separation, and replaced it with friendship, and a strong bond of trust and comradeship.

My soul sings with delight as my spirit weeps with joy. My eyes take pleasure in the beauty of your sunrise, as the symphony of your songbirds join in harmony with my soul’s song.

“How marvelous are thy ways, and that my heart knoweth right well,” (Psalm 139:14)

May I honor you with this life. May I show forth your wonderful redemptive power, and may I reflect the glory of your Son, Jesus Christ, and the resurrection unto a new life of splendor, honor and glory to the Father.

“Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in thy sight, Oh Lord, my strength and my redeemer.” (Psalm 19:14)

I wrote this over ten years ago as I was sitting on my broken swing, looking out over my uncut lawn, in the shadow of my rundown home, on our unproductive farm.

That was then. . . this is now. . .  I write this as I sit in the cozy home my husband built for us in the quiet country of the Ozarks.  I look to the left out the windows, and see the weeping willow tree, boughing low over the lush spring grass, reminding me that I need to go plant those two trees in the orchard. . . and then ‘sit a spell’ on the porch bench (because the new swing is broken from much use!), with a cool drink, admiring the lawn. . . and praising the faithfulness of God.

Praise Him in the brokenness, in the dreary days.  That’s when you need to praise most!