Dearest Father,
Who was there the very moment we came into
being and knew what we would look like and how
we would think – could think;
Who watches us with care and insight, pleasure and sadness; great mercy and love;
Who anticipates our stumbles and successes;
Who measures our years and the minutes of our days;
Who sees our sins and hears our excuses;
Whose holiness we offend and Whose grace we dismiss;
To You, Father,
Of light and redemption and hope and delight and creation;
Of the tenderness of a mother and the encouraging discipline of a father;
Of knowledge beyond our comprehension;
Of unfathomable wisdom;
Of indescribable love;
Of mercy that travels deeper than the ocean and higher than the heavens;
Of presence;
We give thanks. No matter where we find ourselves nor when, You are there. You are there in good and bad circumstances. You are there when we are with friends, and You are there when we are among strangers, and You are there when we are alone. And when we pray, whether we sense it or not, You are there. You hear. Of all things great and small, the best of all is Your presence. For there is nothing good in our lives nor in this world that does not originate from Your hand. All abundance, all comfort in want, all beauty seen and felt and understood is from Our Heavenly Father.
And on this Thanksgiving Day we bring our small words of thanks to the Source of every blessing, and in great thankfulness for Your Presence.
In Jesus’ mighty and gracious Name,
Amen.
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