I bought my car a bracelet. Actually I bought it for myself but I slipped it over the gear shift once and it looked so nice on her, I decided she should have it. It has 31 now sun-bleached beads, resembling small beans, strung on a long spiral wire. Occasionally I take it with me on my walks and run my fingers along each smooth orb, saying my blessings.
Some days are heavy. They seem to arise that way, with burdens creeping upon me before even the coffee is dripping or my teeth are brushed. I drive to my park with hitchhikers: cares, worries, pains and distractions. These are especially the days when I need to have gratitude—to send bouquets and bouquets of pink roses up through the clouds, my personal way of sending heart-felt praises and thanks to my Father.
Yes, these are especially the days. God’s word tells me to rejoice through trying times. Rejoice always, for God is my God and He is good. All the time.
….27, my precious mom and dad…28, Your perfect love for me…29, that blue heron tip-toeing in the still pond…30, Your son Jesus Christ…31, Madison and Allison…1, the cool rain…
Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. 1 Thessalonians 5:18
Meeting God at the Park 