...that is..."for the pitch that I never got on my fingers" as I brought in two pieces of firewood for the fireplace.
This was as automatic as my breathing, and it occurs a number of times each day. There are some of you who are reading who regularly have this happen to you as you go throughout your day, and walk and talk with Jesus. And then, there are some who will consider it silly, or even sacreligious.
I told Deloris that I was going out to the woodpile and get a couple of pieces of (preferably Red Fir) firewood to put in the fireplace just before we went to Sunday school and church, and, as I started out the door, I thought to myself, "I will not pull on a pair of gloves, for I will be careful and look for pitch". Then in an uncharacteristic manner (for I am always trying to save time...though "she who must be obeyed" calls it being in a hurry...and impatience), I paused to put on the gloves. They were on the way out the door.
After selecting the two large pieces, and bringing them into the house and placing them on the mantle of the fireplace, one finger of the glove wanted to stick. R-i-g-h-t. Pitch! While taking the gloves back (see...it does save time not to use them! Deloris!), and vainly trying to rub it off, it was then that I said, "Thank You, Lord".
It was such a small thing!! Exactly!! What ever others may think about this honest, grateful expression of thanks to my Lord, the reason I know it was OK is because I was grateful! If there is a welling up of gratitude in my mind and heart for such small, seemingly, relatively unimportant things that occur to us many times on a daily basis, then I should thank Him.
Probably what means more to me than what I have written in this blog, is that we can have such a close, warm and constant relationship with Him that it is natural and easy to commune with Him...and thank Him for the comparitively "little" things.
And "Thank You, Lord, for being able to write these lines. Maybe it will be a blessing to someone else".
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