How inadequate are the words to give thanks to God.

When I consider what He has done for me alone, I am struck dumb in awe. Like the Psalmist wrote…what is  man that you are mindful of him? the son of man that you care for him? Who is Jen, that you would love her so very much?

Words seem pointless in these seasons when we are reminded to slow down enough to use them. I am grateful, dear Lord, so completely grateful for oh so much…but even in praying that it feels like I am just scratching the surface.

But then I think, it’s not the WORDS that He examines. It’s the heart. The good thing about saying thank you to God (as opposed to others) is that we can do it with more than words–we can even do it absent of the limitation of our languages.

We can sing it, paint it, play it, carve it…we can work out our thanksgiving in a thousand meaningful ways. The heart, when overflowing with gratitude has a tendency to inspire actions that are direct responses to that feeling. I am grateful to him for his provision, so I help provide for others in need. I am so grateful for his deliverance, so I pray for the deliverance of those I know who are also bound…

But there’s a new level to my thanks this year. A level I cannot relate through words, though I sit here and try. A level that can only be communicated spirit to Spirit, from my heart to God’s ears. And  not only am I overwhelmed by the actual feeling of that gratitude, I am laid low to think that I have been given the pleasure of reaching it in the first place.

Eirene,

Jen