I’m thankful for…

baby bird snuggled next to adult bird

In the rush and urgency of getting all my prayer requests before the throne of God, sometimes it’s helpful to stop, be still, and just be thankful.

I’m thankful for:

  • Rescue from the wrath of God (His just wrath due to my sin)
  • Access to a heavenly Father by Christ the Lord
  • The Holy Spirit who prays for me, as I don’t know best how to pray
  • The Holy Spirit’s empowering me to obey and follow Christ
  • The Scriptures — the truth and the lamp for my feet (to know what to believe and what how to live)
  • Being chosen for an eternal relationship with God
  • Provision for this life — food, clothing, shelter, and loving relationships
  • Answer to prayer — for a church home, husband, job, wisdom
  • A mom and a husband who believe
  • Friends like Barbara, Vera, and my Sunday school ladies
  • Rest when I need it
  • Discipline when I need it
  • Faithful pastors and teachers to help us know God better
  • My health and abilities
  • Favor among my various relationships (landlord, employers, coworkers, neighbors)
  • Verses like “Be anxious for nothing…” and “Cast your cares upon the Lord…”


Blessings, Giving, Jobs


Seeing yet another “tip jar” in some establishment is enough to make me want to boycott that business. Being served at a table is one thing, but feeling obligating to tip when you go through a drive through, or when you go to a counter to order is pushing the limits of what you are asking the customer to do.

One of my jobs involves busing tables and doing some clean up in a hotel. Tipping is NOT requested, nor expected (at least, I never expected it). We aren’t taking orders or bringing food to the table. Guests serve themselves from a buffet.

This morning at work, I was feeling a bit frustrated in dealing with the fast pace of the job, especially with one person short on our shift and the manager on duty having obligations in another part of the hotel. Towards the end of the shift, I received a $5 tip from a man whom I’d helped earlier. (He showed up after breakfast had ended with his two sons. They got drinks from the soda machine which is open all the time and I got the feeling they were hoping that food was still available. I was able to catch his attention before he left and tell him that we make up plates for latecomers and that he was welcome to them. I also went to the kitchen and got a couple blueberry muffins and doughnuts for them. The boys’ eyes lit up. Just a kind, sweet, polite family. They were a joy to serve).

After thanking him, I went back to my sweeping. I lost my battle in the fight to hold back tears, I was so touched by his kindness. Thankfully, I was in a quiet corner working and I don’t think anyone could see me.

After this morning, I still don’t want to see a tip jar, and I still don’t agree with establishments putting them out. However, now more than ever, I see what the gesture of a small tip can do to lighten someone’s mood and lift her spirits.

Whether someone is rude, coldly polite, or full of warm smiles, we never really know what another person is dealing with in his or her life.

patricia grace

Blessings, Wisdom

Asking, Seeking, Knocking

Technology can be wonderful. Besides daily use of internet connectivity, one of the specific services I use several times a day is Google search. Searching for a new recipe? A Google search will quickly return tons of useful recipe links. Can’t remember the definition of “facetious”? Or the spelling of it? A Google search not only returns a definition, but the algorithms involved will probably figure out what you want even if your spelling is off.

I am thankful to God for technology.

I use Google search for more philosophical questions, too. For instance, today, I’ve been feeling hesitant about asking for help. My mom has been a great help to me, but she doesn’t live nearby. I’ve come to look to my church family for some help and advice, but I am still a little reluctant to plainly and clearly ask for help. And, when I do ask, I don’t always come right out and say what it is that I’m needing. It’s embarrassing and I tend to assume that people are wondering if I really need the help. [Wow, two sins in one–both my pride and not believing the best about my Christian brothers and sisters!! Lord, please forgive me].

So, today, unsure of the next step to take, I performed a search using the words “asking for help christian”.  I entered the words exactly that way. I add the word “christian” because as one who confesses Christ,  I am not interested in worldly ideas any longer. I want specifically Biblical help. My search returned the following article which I found to be a blessing. Hope it blesses you too.

Helping Others By Asking for Help – Nehemiah Notes

After reading the article, I started to think about how I could help someone right now, even with all of my own needs piling up and threatening to bury me. I almost immediately thought of a couple I know at church that are going through hard times.

Someone gave me a restaurant gift card recently that this couple might like. This small gift isn’t going to solve their problems, but I can most certainly part with this gift card and pass it along to them, hoping it might bring a little encouragement their way. I almost sent them a message on Facebook to ask if they would like it, but thought better of that. I’m just going to put it in the mail to them, not giving them the chance to refuse it. They can use it, sell it, give it away, or do whatever they like with it.

My heart feels a little lighter already.

Thank You, Lord. Thank You for the blessing of being able to give. Thank You for the one who thought to give me that gift in the first place. Forgive my complaining and self-pity.

How can you be a help to someone today? Ask the Lord to show you if you’re not sure. And, if you KNOW someone needs help, just give them help if you’re able–don’t even ask–just do it!

Blessings to you,

patricia grace

Blessings, Finances, Trials, Wealth

Beans and Beef

Sat down to a dinner of two hamburger patties (no bread or rolls in the house) and some beans from a can. My first thought was how meager the meal was and how I was “suffering”. My next thought was to laugh at myself, realizing that my meal is a veritable king’s feast to much of the world’s population.

I also had some chocolate pudding, from those inexpensive box mixes, that I had made up a few days ago. Not exactly starving here.

The can of beans came from the church pantry months ago, along with the pudding box. I am thankful for these gifts and thankful that I have an abundance, for all that I seem to lack compared to my American neighbors, including my fellow church members. The verse that comes to mind is the one about being content with food and clothing:

Yet true godliness with contentment is itself great wealth. After all, we brought nothing with us when we came into the world, and we can’t take anything with us when we leave it.  So if we have enough food and clothing, let us be content.

 But people who long to be rich fall into temptation and are trapped by many foolish and harmful desires that plunge them into ruin and destruction. 10 For the love of money is the root of all kinds of evil. And some people, craving money, have wandered from the true faith and pierced themselves with many sorrows. 1 Timothy 6:6-10 NLT (Bold print added)

I’m selling household items to prepare for putting my house on the market. Once the house sells, Lord willing, I don’t have any other permanent living arrangement lined up. My mom and step-dad have, once again, graciously opened their home to me. A friend from church offered for me to stay with her, but she really doesn’t have adequate space (her heart was in the right place, though, and I am so grateful for someone offering practical help and not just throwing out a “Prayin’ for ya!”).

On the one hand, I feel at peace, knowing that our Lord, while serving on Earth in the flesh said “Foxes have dens to live in, and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place even to lay his head.” Luke 9:58 NLT  I feel comfort knowing that the Lord can be glorified in me, with or without a house.

On the other hand, I don’t want to be a burden to anyone. I know that we are called to help our brothers and sisters in Christ, as well as all of our neighbors. It necessarily follows that if one is the helper then someone, at some point in time, has to be on the receiving end of that help; however, I dread being that person on the receiving end for an extended period of time. I don’t want to be someone else’s trial or “test of faith”.

I will, as God allows, graciously and gratefully accept help. But, I still cry to the Lord to strengthen me to once again be in a position where I may be the helper.

Recent job applications and interviews have come to a dead end so far. A client recently went back into hospice care and told me today that she no longer needs my services. She appeared sad and told me that she would write me a recommendation if I thought that would help me to find another position. I was really touched by that offer. She is weak and frail and yet she is thinking about my welfare.

I don’t know what the next few days, weeks, and months will bring. No one does. The Lord may return soon. He may call me home soon. Circumstances may improve. Circumstances may grow leaner. Whatever the case, I am thankful (though not as much as I should be) that God is teaching me to lean on Him, trust in Him, depend upon Him. All other supports have proved false. I will keep trusting in the One Who is able to do all things.

beef and beans

patricia grace