Hot Water. Not the kind you get into for this or that but the free-flowing kind that washes away the grime of the day and soothes tired achy muscles – a hot shower. I have said one of the greatest blessings of living here in America is a hot shower. I am grateful for every hot shower I get to enjoy. Epson Salt baths too.
And I am grateful for the Water of The Word. It washes the grime and soothes like nothing else. The Water of The Word is plentiful here in America. May it continue to be.
A few pics – no hot shower spigots available but I think you will enjoy these.
Hearing. Actually, all our five senses. Seeing. Smelling. Tasting. Touching. Hearing. The ability to hear. What a gift! Whether it be the slightest of sounds like a larger than usual earring smoothly gliding over your neck, the chime of the Grandfather clock standing stately against the wall, the squeal of a two-year old that you love more than your next breath, the yelp of your Lab as you step out the door, the chirping of your phone, that special one or two sounds because it’s your Girls calling, or even a YouTube streaming a favored song. Let me not be remiss here – I must mention spiritual hearing – hearing the Voice of GOD – sweetly, correctively, encouragingly, or declaring to our cold, afraid soul, His warmth and security.
John 10:27 (NKJV) 27 My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me. source
Ecclesiastes 12:13 (AMP) 13 When all has been heard, the end of the matter is: fear God [worship Him with awe-filled reverence, knowing that He is almighty God] and keep His commandments, for this applies to every person.source
Now for a favored hearing from YouTube. It’s special. On her 12th Christmas, Baby Girl gifted me with the playing of Fur Elise on our old upright piano. This Momma cried happy tears that Christmas morning. This is not Baby Girl’s playing but it’s still a pleasure. Enjoy. :)
Walks and Rocks Really. I’m not kidding. I am giving thanks for walks with JT and things we find along the way. On today’s walk, we found a lovely surprise. A rock. Yes. A rock. One painted and placed by some caring soul to cheer the finder thereof. The Finder was me! And that pretty Rock named Joy now as a new home. The request written on the back was to keep or hide. I’m keeping it. At east for a while. :)
Matthew 16:18(NKJV) 18 And I also say to you thatyou are Peter, andon this rock I will build My church, andthe gates of Hades shall notprevail against it.source
Somehow finding a rock named Joy seems just right for me. Joy. Rock.
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