Thursday, June 26, 2008


Psalm 105:1-2 (New International Version)
1 Give thanks to the LORD, call on his name;
make known among the nations what he has done.
2 Sing to him, sing praise to him;
tell of all his wonderfulacts.
They sat, one on either side of me on the couch in our dark olive green room. In the background, the clock on the wall, in its beautiful case of maple, ticked away the seconds and minutes, but for the moment we were oblivious to that.

Tiffany-Amber and Victoria were engaged in a favourite activity with their Omie; reading a story together from a book by Peter Black, entitled, Parables from the Pond.

The book is a delightful collection of parables for children, set in a place called, The Commonwealth of the Pond.

The pond is populated by all manner of wild creatures with names and personality. The life lessons and character questions are thought provoking enough to interest this adult, but simple enough for children.
Tonight we read a story entitled, Thanksgiving--Amidst Global Warming.

At the end of the story, we were asked to consider matters for which we could give thanks to our Heavenly Father for his mercy and grace, even in the midst of disturbing things going on in our world.

I asked the girls what they were thankful for. Victoria quickly answered, "A house to live in, family and food." Tiffany-Amber, our little environmentalist, said, "That blue thing around the earth--the atmosphere; plants, animals, birds." This is the child who wrote on her bio for her piano recital that her favourite thing to do in the world, is to pretend to be an animal.

Tiffany-Amber's thanksgivings reminded me of a poem I wrote some years ago, so I grabbed the old, red journal it lives in, and read it out loud to the girls. Victoria said that it was so good it sounded like it came out of a book. So I share it here as my personal thanksgiving.

Lord your love is evident, everywhere I look
When you were making this fair earth
What tender care you took
You could have made the birds talk
As plain, as plain could be
But joyous, cheerful melodies
Ring from tree to tree
The sky so blue above us
Your love did hang in place
Without earth's special atmosphere
We'd stare right into space
In every sight, in every sound
Your love is there; outpoured
Oh, how I want to thank you
My great Creator, Lord
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Brenda said...

I love this one! And I love those girls!

Susan said...

I love them too. :o)

Dave Hingsburger said...

But they are also very discerning critics, it does sound like it came out of a book that published only teh very best poetry ...

Joyful Fox said...

Sounds like a delightful way to spend some time! To live in the moment, to see through children's eyes, to ponder together I love that.

Your poem relays thanksgiving, gratitude - something we never can do enough of.

Love to you,

Belinda said...

Your comments only spark more thanksgiving; for dear and much loved friends.