The quiet song of gratitude, a heart-full of thanks, lures humility out of the shadows to receive a gift from the Father. Wholly unexpected, though I know that it is He who gave all and gives all --and makes every single thing good.
And that humility, when knees are bent and hands lie open, vulnerable, and my will is bowed --that is where I decrease and He increases. The joy bursts forth there. Grace shines. The love, oh how He loves. I accept whatever the Father chooses to give. Life abundant. The quiet song of His life in me rings through, and He is glorified.
A most blessed Tuesday to you, friends ♥
and thanks to AnnV for the train