“My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.”
Psalm 121:2 (NIV)
My husband and I can work as hard as we can to make a life and a home for our family, but in the end, we know that GOD is our provider.
Every time my husband arrives home from a business trip, it is because God kept him safe and returned him to us.
Every time we leave the house, it is by God’s grace that we aren’t involved in the accidents we see as we rush from one place to another.
Every time my son stepped out onto the football field or the basketball court or the track, he walked away uninjured because of God’s mercy and protection.
Every time my daughter sings I hear God’s gift to her.
Every time I arm our alarm and our family curls up in our beds in the air conditioned house that God has provided for us, I trust Him for another night of safety and rest.
I know how fast a home can be lost, a person can be taken and safety can disappear. It is by God’s grace that we experience undeserved provision and unconditional love.
To claim those things as a result of our own efforts is an expression of ingratitude.