How does one give thanks and show appreciation to THE ONE who has it all?
I’d give you my breath but it’s already yours.
I’d offer my time but it’s not mine to give.
I’d sacrifice my strength but…it comes from you.
I’d offer my wisdom, but how can the created tell the creator how to create? How can one offer wisdom on things he himself does not yet understand?
Does a baby eagle tell its mother how to fly or is it the mother who pushes him out of the nest?
I’d risk my safety and well-being, but apart from your protective hands I am not safe or well, I am not well-off..
My thoughts and actions seem to be the only thing of transient value but how can I offer something I myself cannot control?
I try to think pure thoughts but, the moment I think I have control, a myriad of twisted thoughts rush into my mind and compete for its already meager influence.
To try to give something away that controls you is like giving the wind permission to direct your sails. Like a slave trying to give away his master.
How could a being so great and so self-sustained possibly benefit from a mere consumer like myself?
What would a painter want with such a messy and obtuse work of art?
Billions of other creations far more magnificent than myself and what have I to offer?
The Birds have their songs.
The stars have their radiant burning light.
The flowers have their colors and the skies have their ever changing artwork.
Even the smallest speck on a microscope adheres to its purpose in a more impressive and dutiful way than I and yet, you bother to notice my chaos. More importantly, you bother to care for my chaos. To orchestrate through and be in the midst of my Chaos.
I’ve noticed All things come together to offer a symphony of worthy praise to God because that is what they were created to do.
But where do I fit into the mix? What numeric could I possibly possess that is worth changing the entire equation for? What significance could I possibly hold that is worth giving your only son for? Even your angels, who are FAR more powerful and FAR more pure than I wonder who I am to you?
Where does a Pawn fit in at the kings table?
Is the God of the universe wrong or am I so much more loved and valuable than I’ve been programmed to think?
Is this life about my pleasure or is that the biggest insult to a God who created me for so much more?
A prince who masquerades in the street as a joker is no prince at all.
A diamond in the ruff has a fraction of its value until it’s been shown to be as such, A diamond.
I cannot offer something that is not in my possession to give.
What I can offer is what I have been created to do.
The gifts and talents that have been ever-so-carefully woven into my fabric.
The blessings that I did not ask for and I do not deserve are my fragile bow tie.
Unconditionally Loving others, and worshipping THE ONE who deserves worship seems to be my daunting yet simple task on this earth.
Yet, you cannot love unless you have love inside of yourself. You cannot adequately praise unless you’ve been shown who it is that is worthy of praise.
Thank you God for filling my heart with your love.
Thank you God for showing me a minuscule taste of what pure love truly is. Thank you for showing me your unprecedented worthiness of praise through your creations who seem to perform so much more beautifully than I. Thank you for allowing me to play a significant role as an insignificant speck on this slide we call life.
Thank you for loving me before I loved myself.
Praise be to God for accepting an offering as wretched as myself. Glory to the one who deserves ALL praise.