A Heart of Gratitude
Instead, you have exalted yourself against the Lord of heaven. The vessels from His house were brought to you, and as your nobles, wives, and concubines drank wine from them, you praised the gods made of silver and gold, bronze, iron, wood, and stone, which do not see or hear or understand. But you have not glorified the God who holds your life-breath in His hand and who controls the whole course of your life.
Daniel 5:23 (HCSB)
Summer brings challenges to my home. My beloved teens have time on their hands. They are accustomed to having their days filled with the duties of school, and the regimen of a schedule.
Then, it comes… summer break.
I love it, and dread it, at the same time. The thought of bodies lying around, for multiple hours of the day, makes me apprehensive.
The oldest have jobs that will keep them busy and tired most of the time. Hard work and exhausted boys equal happy mama. The others are too young and have idle hands. All of them want to be entertained.
Attitudes creep in and our home seems to be viewed as a “free for all”. They want to come and go as they please, have unlimited access to transportation, computer time, television, entertainment, and groceries! Eyes roll, and feet become unusually heavy as they drag their bodies up and down the stairs. I am under the impression they think they are doing me a favor; allowing me to live here.
They exalt themselves, and their comforts, above their provider.
It is offensive.
They have been given all they have through sacrifice and love.
I catch sight of my own complaining.
I ask myself, “How much am I like that teen?” Or, “How much is that teen like me?”
There are times when I have acted as if I am allowing the Creator to be a part of my life, and not the source of my life. I’ve put stock in possessions, and comforts, made by human hands; the idols that do not see or hear or understand. Shameful complaints have been groaned when I do not think I have enough or when I do not acknowledge the One who has given me everything from heaven above.
Woe to me when my focus is on the things of this world, and not the Son of God who sustains the very breath in my lungs and directs my steps. My whole life is grounded in love and sacrifice; all my ways belong to Him.
This summer I am evaluating this Scripture with my teens. I am asking God to remove the plank of my own ungratefulness so I can remove the splinters in the eyes of my children, and we will focus on living the Word that exalts God to His rightful place.
Let everything that breathes praise the Lord. Hallelujah!
Psalm 150:6 (HCSB)
With this command hidden in our hearts, and an attitude of thanksgiving, God will receive the praise, and the honor, and the glory that belong to Him.
I pray you Live Like You Know… where you are going.