A Psalm for giving thankful praise
Another family night. Pumpkin pancakes and cheesey eggs. Jack reads Psalm 100 to the family – slowly, confidently. It is the first time I hear Jack read Scripture. His little boy-voice speaking the Words of God fills my soul to brimming. Eucharisteo.
Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth.
Worship the Lord with gladness;
come before him with joyful songs.
Enter His gates with thanksgiving
and His courts with praise;
After Jack reads Psalm 100, we each choose a bag. We all fill our bag with fragments of joy, tokens of thankfulness from our home. We must offer a prayer of thanksgiving before dropping an item in the bag. Little voices whisper, thank you, Jesus, for my blankie. Jesus, thank you for Lulu’s book. Bags of blessings, consecrated with the kisses of family prayers.
We unpack our bags together, sharing the fullness of iridescent grace. We laugh together, re-discover that we have an avalanche of good gifts that envelope us, like pa-pas (pacifiers), toothpaste, Tim Tebow, spiderman, Juice Plus, Prisoner red blend, Mommy’s tacky Cubbies shirt, iPhones, Mac n Cheese and Pumpkin Spice K-cups. We pray together. We thank God for our bursting bags, our overflowing hearts. It is there in the posture of united thanksgiving that the Holy Spirit forges sacred steel in this generation.
We are beneficiaries of an infinite luminous mercy – a family bathed in endless grace.
Know that the Lord is God.
It is he who made us, and we are his.
My heart is full. My life, my family is a Psalm of thanksgiving. All is grace.