I said to the Lord,Every good thing I have comes from you… Lord, you alone are my inheritance, my cup of blessing” (Ps.16:2-5). “What do you have that God hasn’t given you? And if everything you have is from God, why boast as though it were not a gift?” (1Cor.4:7). “God piles on all the riches we could ever enjoy”—so, “be rich in helping others and extravagantly generous.” (1Tim. 6:18-19)


Heavenly Father, I woke up a bit thankful this morning, and I have plenty of reasons for that “bit” of gratitude to grow to a big pile of thanks. The tapestry of these verses makes it clear—you are-over-the top generous with us. You intend for us to enjoy your gifts fully, and to share them freely.

Father, you are the ocean of eternal pleasure, the wellspring of daily joys, and the river of never-ending grace-gifts. Our “cup of blessing” is a bottomless tankard of your steadfast love and faithfulness. Our “inheritance” isn’t a something, but a Someone—it is you, Abba.

As this weekend unfolds, may our spirit of entitlement and selfishness get crushed under the weight of your free grace and many good gifts. Father, we praise and thank you for… daily mercies and an occasional 20-inch brown trout. For the aroma of right-out-of-the-oven poundcake, and the music of songbirds and crashing waves.

For your promise to work in all things for our good, and your zeal to fill the earth with your glory. For all kinds of music and art, and hearty snort-producing laughter with friends. For the evidence of your present Kingdom, and its fullness that is surely coming.

For the game of Bocce and the privilege of inside running water. For grace to repair when we misspeak, miss-love, and miss one another’s hearts; and the joy of grandkids playing and forgiveness extended. Oh Father, especially so… thank you for the gift of Jesus, the certainty of heaven, and the ever-approaching Day of all things new. So Very Amen.