· Because my soul belongs to God, I am no longer dead but alive.
· God is my healer, so whatever my body is going through, Christ
can restore. He is my resource!
· As a child of God, I am a co-heir with Jesus. I lack nothing. He's in
charge of my welfare.
Every request was interwoven with Thanksgiving as I was reminded “not to forget all his benefits.”
Yes, don’t forget, He is our help, our comfort, and our support!
Like a little sparrow eating seed out of our hand, God’s hand is extended to us with every imaginable supply for this life. In this fallen world, he is the light amidst darkness.
DON’T FORGET HIS BENEFITS!
So, what request do you have that you can turn into Thanksgiving?
* Broken, God restores.
* In need, God supplies.
* Future unsure? He orders our steps.
* Your walk seems shallow. He wants to go deep and reveal himself to us in unfathomable ways!
* Crooked roads become walkable.
* The impossible becomes possible.
When the weight of this world and the heartache of life visit,
HE remains.
Praise the Lord, my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
Praise the Lord, my soul, and forget not all his benefits—who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the
pit and crowns you with love and compassion, who satisfies your desires with
good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s. The Lord works righteousness and justice for all the oppressed. He made known his ways to Moses, his deeds to the people of Israel: The Lord is compassionate and
gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love. He will not always accuse, nor will he harbor his anger forever; he does not treat us as our
sins deserve or repay us according to our iniquities. For as high as the heavens are
above the earth, so great is his love for those who fear him; as far as the east is from the
west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us. As a father has compassion on
his children, so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him; for he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust. The life of mortals is like
grass, they flourish like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it
is gone, and its place remembers it no more. But from everlasting to
everlasting the Lord’s love is with those who fear him, and his righteousness with their children’s children—with those who keep his
covenant and remember to obey his precepts. The Lord has established his
throne in heaven, and his kingdom rules over all. Praise the Lord, you his
angels, you mighty ones who do his bidding, who obey his word. Praise the Lord, all his
heavenly hosts, you his servants who do his will. Praise the Lord, all his works everywhere in his dominion. Praise the Lord, my soul. (Psalm 103)
God bless you!~Liz
