Up till about age 10 my mother truly had me believing that she knew everything I did, whether good or bad…had me believing that she really did have eyes in the back of her head. In fact, I believed she even knew what I was thinking. When I got to an age to challenge her on her “super powers”, she admitted that no, she really didn’t know my every move and thought. But that’s when her teaching began…that God knows everything I would do and think, way before I thought it and the events happened. This truth was impossible for me to rebut. For some reason, it is easier for me to believe that my mother could know all my thought and actions, but God doesn’t. This truth was hard for me to believe, but impossible to rebut. Satan and our flesh get us thinking God’s knowledge is a disadvantage to us…but just like mom “knowing” all about us is an advantage, so is God’s knowledge of us an advantage for us. God knows what goes on in our heart far better than we do. He knows when we feel thankful and when we don’t.
Today, when you struggle to be thankful, stop and remember who He is: the Author of your life and your faith. When you thank God today, especially if it is a difficult day, you are assuming the proper stance for a believer…a child of God. Every time you thank God, you are acknowledging that He is your Lord and Provider. Click here to share with the Stepping Stones community your thoughts and struggles of maintaining a thankful heart.
O Father God, I know that I am truly dependent on You for everything…including my next breath. Every good gift is from, You, my Lord. Thank You, Father. All glory to you my Lord. Help me feel thankful for Your knowledge and guidance, not embarrassed, shamed, and wanting to flee Your presence, forgiveness, and protection. Thank You, Father, for the Holy Spirit You give me to help manage my thoughts. I pray in the name of the Your Son who You sent to die for my eternal salvation and temporal relief, Jesus Christ; and all God’s children said – AMEN!
For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.
Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom which cannot be shaken, let us have grace, by which we may serve God acceptably with reverence and godly fear.