I found myself humming a tune today
from the days of bouncing pigtails,
and seersucker dresses that sway in the springtime,
the warm sun stopping by for a fall-time cameo
as the humming vined into words
I didn't know I still knew . . .
Count your blessings
Name them one by one
Count your blessings
See what God has done
Count your blessings
Name them one by one
Count your many blessings
See what God has done
The men deep frying the turkey on the back porch
standing and staring at the steam rising like the peace in their eyes
My mom and my daughter doing makeovers in the living room
as five and fifty year old giggles give and take in a teeter totter of joy
I smile in the kitchen through glass measuring cups
and start singing again, the verses stirring like the wooden spoons in my hands
When upon life's billows
You are tempest tossed
When you are discouraged
Thinking all is lost
Count your many blessings
Name them one by one
And it will surprise you
What the Lord has done
This has not been the easiest year of our lives
we've felt a little sea sick in those billows
leaning over the sides, a little wary and green,
our heads spinning in the changing winds
But today, the waters are calm and we set aside a day of Thanksgiving
for the sunshine, and even the tossing tempests
because we held on to You and eachother
long enough to look around and see all we have to thank You for.
Count your blessings
Name them one by one
Count your blessings
See what God has done
Count your blessings
Name them one by one
Count your many blessings
See what God has done
("Count Your Blessings" song by Johnson Oatman jr, 1897)
one husband to grow up and old with,
one daughter to love and guide closer to You
one family that passes down a legacy of worship
one job You hand-stitched in the shape of Me
and counting one by one feels a little daunting
like grains of sand on a beach, the clouds in the sky,
or Your promise to Abraham that star-gazing night.
And all I can think to do is sing
and think of You.
one daughter to love and guide closer to You
one family that passes down a legacy of worship
one job You hand-stitched in the shape of Me
and counting one by one feels a little daunting
like grains of sand on a beach, the clouds in the sky,
or Your promise to Abraham that star-gazing night.
And all I can think to do is sing
and think of You.
"When you have eaten and are satisfied, praise the LORD your God for the good land he has given you." Deuteronomy 8:10
1 comment:
I love this, thanks for the reminder!
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