Bubbling Brook

As I opened the window this morning and feel the cool and chilly breeze blowing into my room, I feel this comforting nostalgic feeling that the Fall season brings.

The summer almost represented a heat-full struggle with so many things and going through a transition that felt like a 13 years weight on my back to carry through. As I pray for strength and reliance on God one day at a time, I am grateful for His providence that has led me through it.

My heart wants to burst into worship right now simply because of His faithfulness that showed up in ways that I cannot fully explain. Very often that I think hard about the things that happened around me and I want to capture what is it that I can give thanks for, because sometimes I want to go beyond just thanking God for just waking me up, or giving me shelter and giving me food. But I want something more and when I find that I am unable to determine what more to give thanks and yet I have this sense of gratefulness brewing inside. So I am okay with just having to give thanks to God for things that I cannot explain. And somehow this is comforting because to give thanks for something that I am not sure of tells me of the depth that I have come to experience God in ways that I have been dreaming of and it does not rest in the circumstances around me.

I am not really one for breaking out in gratitude vocally though words but I do find a heightened sense that just knowing God is sitting on His throne having every single molecule in existence under His perfect control, push me into a bubbling brook of worship and I would savor that moment to remember who my God is.