Thank you for all the fun things we got to do, Nana…thank you for TWO sleepovers…thank you for the paper dolls…thank you for playing at the playground...thank you for reading books with me…thank you for taking me tubing, Papi…
After a while I lost track of all the THANKS.
We have a granddaughter named Maisy. She will turn five on Tuesday. (TODAY!!) Five years old and on her way to kindergarten. Five years old and learning so many things. How to sound out her letters and count to 100. How to skip down the driveway and how to draw a rainbow with sidewalk chalk. How to bump a volleyball and how to stay on the tube while Papi pulls her faster and faster across the water.
I love five.
I’ll be away at camp this week when Maisy has her princess tea party birthday, which is why we celebrated early with two sleepovers last week. Two sleeps in a bit less than 48 hours with no brothers—even though Nana is quite crazy about those two brothers. And for several hours while Papi was working the two of us gals got to do all sorts of delightful girly-girl things.
Thank you, Nana…thank you…
Heartfelt thanks.
The morning after she left I sat on my porch with my Bible when it hit me.
Let them sacrifice thank offerings and tell of his works with songs of joy (Psalm 107:22).
This must be how God feels when we thank him! Over and over again.
“The chief end of man is to glorify God and enjoy Him forever.” This well-known quote originated from the Westminster Shorter Catechism and it takes its cue from Psalm 145. A psalm that reminds GENERATIONS to notice God’s greatness and declare his praises…
Great is the Lord and most worthy of praise;
his greatness no one can fathom.
One generation commends your works to another;
they tell of your mighty acts.
They speak of the glorious splendor of your majesty—
and I will meditate on your wonderful works.
They tell of the power of your awesome works—
and I will proclaim your great deeds.
They celebrate your abundant goodness
and joyfully sing of your righteousness
Psam 145:3-7
One generation telling another, and I’m realizing it’s not just the grandmas telling the kiddos. It’s we who are older catching delight from our littlest ones.
When was the last time I was so enraptured in my enjoyment of God that I couldn’t stop repeating: thank you, thank you, thank you, God?!
Every time Maisy said “thank you, Nana” my heart heard “I love you.” My heart skipped with gladness. I can feel it still. And I wonder. Does God’s heart swell, too, when he receives my praise?
Today is Maisy’s birthday and I’m with kids telling them the story of how I fell in love with Jesus at a camp like this one, many years ago. Last night I gave the kids a challenge. "Use all of your senses and notice God’s goodness." The light on the lake. The sound of the wind. Take a deep breath and smell the pine trees. Taste your food slowly. Give someone a hug. Find God’s goodness all around you and say, "Thank you!"
Thank you, thank you…I love you, God!
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